Blood On The Sand
We wave our flags, we swallow fear like medicine
We kiss the hands of profiteers and their congressmen
But I've seen too much (Of this human hate)
Yeah, I've had enough (And I'm not afraid)
To raise a shout, to make it clear
This has to end
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street and there's
A gun in my hand or there might as well be and I'm
Sick of it
I'm so sick of it
We panic at the sight of different colored skin
We've got a plan to justify each mess we're in
But I've seen too much (Of this human hate)
I've had enough (And I'm not afraid)
To take a stand, to make it right
This has to end
There's blood on the sand, there's blood on the street and there's
A gun in my hand or there might as well be and I'm
Sick of it
I'm so sick of it
Fear will kill your mind
And steal your love as sure as anything
Fear will rob you blind
And make you numb to all the suffering
And I've felt its touch
Too many times and I've had enough
I've had enough!
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street and there's
A gun in your hand or there might as well be; are you
Sick of it?
I'm so sick of it
There's blood on the sand
There's blood in the street
There's a gun in your hand
Or there's might as well be
Aren't you sick of it?
I'm just sick of this
CAUSE I'M SICK OF THIS, I'M SICK OF THIS
I'M SO SICK OF THIS MESS!
