Letras
Why won’t you tell me the truth of it
Before you get submarined
Why don’t you tell me the truth of it
Cuz I, I think you know what I mean
I lift your head up high
I have tied your hands
I push your head down low
I pull up just in time, this time
A kidnapping on a city street
A chartered plane in the sky
We beat you under this bright light
To make you think you might die
I lift your head up high
I have tied your hands
I push your head down low
I pull you up this time, just in time
Guatemalans, Afghans, Congolese,
Brazilians, Iraqis, Vietnamese
Indonesians, Chileans, Sudanese
30 trips to Jordan, 19 to Afghanistan, and 17 to Morocco