Deep inside the border Children are crying Fighting for food Holding their heads Breaking their bread with a stone
All along the roadside people are standing watching the sun shielding their eyes Brushing the flies from their face
Tell me, what can you say Tell me, who do you blame Like a mirror you see yourself These people each have a name
All around the township Young men are dying (of) hunger and thirst The well has run dry The tears from her eye feeds her son
Tell me...
You can say you're pulling back We see the pictures everywhere But what we don't see is what's Going on behind the closed doors And you don't seem to care
Do you expect me to believe you How can you really think You can take your horse down to the water Hold a gun at his head And make him drink
No matter what you say, it never gets any better No matter what you do, we never see any change
People living without rights Without their dignity How loud does one man have to shout To earn his right to be free
You can keep your toy soldiers To segregate the black and white But when the dust settles And the blood stops running How do you sleep at night?
No matter what you say...
What makes you so high and mighty What makes you so qualified You can sit there and say How many have their freedom But how many more have died
You decide to sit in judgement Trying to play God yourself Someday soon the buck is gonna stop Stop with you and noone else
No matter...
Compositor: Phillip David Charles Collins (PRS)Editores: Concord Music Publishing LLC (PRS), Collins Philip Ltd (MCPS)Publicado em 2006 (20/Dez) e lançado em 1989 (14/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #49590 e fonograma #1148560 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM