There is this place in the Middle East
They call it "the rising gun"
And it bears the marks of many wars
And i know i will fight in one

Mothers take your children
Pack your bags and run
For they will die like their fathers did
In the war of the rising gun

My father was a hard working man
And harm he'd never done
He died in the hands of a terrorist
'Cause he didn't have a gun

Red and blood-coverd
The land screams for its sons
We fight for our humanity
In the house of this rising gun

("the song goes with the rhym of "the house of the rising
sun)