Off you go, my friend, to face your one-man battle. Arm yourself with words of power, courageously you ride. Your aim is that to conquer the wrongs of this bad world. A young donkey haughty fights, but from reality you hide. Turn around, turn around, there windmills now are many. There's no hope, your revolution will be heard by none. Around us and above us, it's far too late for change. Your armor-cladded virtue will be melted by the sun. No ears will hear what you say, or hear the songs of your children's songs. No eyes will look today to see the damage that revolution's done, oh no. No hand will help you, my man, bare hands are good to making all they can. No voice will echo your fight, though deep inside they all know you're right. No eyes will look today to see the damage that revolution's done, oh no. No eyes will look today to see the damage that revolution's done, oh no. No eyes will look today to see the damage that revolution's done, oh no. Oh yeah, you feel a little pain, but after a while it's all the same. You realize my sin, the world keeps turning in the end. Oh, keeps turning in the end. No ears will hear what you say, or hear the songs of your children's songs. No eyes will look today to see the damage that revolution's done, oh no. No hand will help you, my man, bare hands are good to making all they can. No voice will echo your fight, though deep inside they all know you're right. No eyes will look today to see the damage that revolution's done, oh no. No eyes will look today to see the damage that revolution's done, oh no. Turn around, there will be no turning back. Your revolution will be your final. You play a losing game, and I'm alone now, just a slave. You'll see some angels fall, it makes no difference at all. You feel a little pain, but after a while it's all the same. You realize my sin, the world keeps, keeps turning in the end. Keeps turning in the end. Keeps turning in the end. In the end. In the end.