The boys find a home in a family born of hate The girls plant desperate love In a womb that just won't wait Forgotten mother pushes a cart with her heart Through a twisted fate
As walls come down and spirits rise The business of fear never dies The artful dodgers with their false alarms Take from the mouths to feed the arms Pit god against god for a piece of land They think they hear his words but they don't understand
Like a river lost on its way to the sea Where is humanity I know that nothing will change 'Til it changes in me 'Til it changes in you
There's a plague upon the body A plague upon the mind While the bridge is burning are we deaf dumb and blind >From the fallen forest to the poison bay The world is turning Turning out that way
Fe fi fo fum I smell the blood of an Englishman Fe fi fo fum I smell the blood of an Irishman I smell the blood of an African I smell the blood of Americans I smell the blood of a Chinaman I smell the blood of an Indian I smell the blood of Rumanians I smell the blood of a Latin American I smell the blood of a million sons I smell the blood of everyoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
