80 died in a foreign place Twenty-two in a bombed foyer, there’s Bloody hands can you wash these stains? For the times can we stop this rage What’s the truth get indoctrinated No money no doctors for patients Always money for bombs and the payslips And the bullets, they keep you enslaved Mother won’t get to kiss her child Father won’t get to see her smile Little hands can you hold on tight You saw death, now it’s in her eyes I don’t want to see you misplaced What the hell are we doing to change things Politician can you see this pain?
Because I can hear guns in the distance And why don’t they listen? When a mother cries for her children I can hear guns in the distance And why don’t they listen? When a mother cries for her children
Ninety-five in a boat found drowned Twenty-six from a soldiers gun, there’s Too many kids, many open coffins Tell me how all these wars been sponsored? Getting rich tell me who gets paid? Little boy on the morning page Do we mourn, do we learn his name? Another lost in the pouring rain Do we try, do we try, do we fall back Little girl getting cold by the food bank Another estate gets sold for a new plan Wonder awake and hope for the future See who gets mentioned as your minute’s silence ticks by Tell me who gets sentenced as they commit violence its state signed Old greedy men send boys time again out to the front line Who’s a tyrant here? Who’s the terrorist? I’m seeing blurred lines If love is a kingdom, this is a prison that we’re inside Innocent child go
Because I can hear guns in the distance And why don’t they listen? When a mother cries for her children I can hear guns in the distance And why don’t they listen? When a mother cries for her children
Better we run Better we hide away, forever we fall Burning the sky away and it’ll never be yours It’ll never be yours again And look what we’ve done And look what we’ve left for them Now look what we’ve done Look what we’ve left for them Now look what we’ve done Look what we’ve left for them Now look what we’ve done Look what we’ve left for them
I can hear guns in the distance And why don’t they listen? When a mother cries for her children I can hear guns in the distance And why don’t they listen? When a mother cries for her children
A mother cries for her children
09 Jul 2019
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