Step easier, babe, step more lively;
They're maiming us, babe, and it looks like we won't survive... Nobody's eternal, babe, though they're braking as hard as they can; That'll be the day, babe, when we all return!

But such are the morals, babe, such are the times;
We'll be proven right, babe, but our country will forget us anyway; But it's our right, babe, to chose the names we like in a game without rules, babe, where you can't tell up from down (Ooh, my sweet little babe, rock'n'roll is a world war)

Nah nah nah, babe, it seems I'm angry;
It's probably nerves, babe, and nothing like the blues... But to tell the truth, babe, to go against the grain throughout the ages is no small honor, babe -- we'll pay for it in full

Step easier, babe, step more lively
Take the load on your shoulders, babe, and if we are fated to survive Then we will be sung a "hosanna" in chorus and we will all return by the sled tracks...

So step easier, babe, step, don't regret... They're curing us, babe, so why do I feel worse? We will be eternal, babe, when we complete our path into the heavens... That'll be the day, babe, when nobody returns!