The Children of Your Children Won't Even Know Your Name

You're runnin' around

Like a poor little clown

You're doin' so many unimportant things

You think what you think

Is a very big thing

But the children of your children

Won't even know your name

The children of your children

Won't even know your name

You think you're the greatest

But you're just a little figure in the game

And so many other guys

Have done just the same

And all your struggles

Might be in vain

Because the children of your children

Won't even know your name

The children of your children

Won't even know your name

Look at all these photographs

I have found today

Faded smiling people

All gone away from here

Look at all these laughin' mothers

With their hopeful children

The stories of their fates

Forgotten behind the unknown gates of death

The children of your children

Won't even know your name

The children of your children

Won't even know your name

The children of your children

Won't even know your name

The children of your children

Won't even know your name

The children of your children

Won't even know your name

The children (The children) of your children (Of your children)

Won't even (Won't even) know your name (Know your name)

The children (The children) of your children

The children (The children) of your children (Of your children)

Won't even—