Brotherly surrounded Foreigner to grief For a little while You've been getting easy feed Skin and teeth are weak You'll be surprised You go down so easily You go wrong when you're in need You go down so easily You go round and You go round and When the motherline leaves me cold What will I begin No one has warned me I will strive peacefully Grow stronger by disease The story of the meek I'll go down so easily I'll go wrong and I'll succeed I'll go down so peacefully I'll go round and I'll go round and You go down so easily You go wrong when you're in need You go down so easily