Letras
They talk and they torture and murder with words
And delight in the violence the whole world observes
While criminal protection is all that they serve
The deaths they are many and the words are all worn
With twenty years gone can another twenty be born?
The trains they have stopped and the barns are all empty
Except for money for guns and that there's still plenty
To provide the newspapers with another obscenity
The deaths they are many and the words are all worn
With twenty years gone can another twenty be born?
Whose land is this? Let it be known
That a life is a life wherever you're born
And when you bash your bible you cast the first stone
The deaths they are many and the words are all worn
With twenty years gone can another twenty be born?
And your words that are evil and your people who have died
Will come back to curse you wherever you hide
The political facts are as clear as the sky
On a December day when the river runs high
The political facts are just you and I
Said the political facts are just you and I
And the deaths they are many and the words are all worn
With twenty years gone can another twenty be born?
And the words they are wasted and the deaths they are torn
From the womb of the land, born only in war
Only in war
And these words may be wasted but not if you hear
The sound of the next twenty coming near
That's the sound of the next twenty coming near