The blood, it will not dry Oh the blood it will not dry So instead we are trained to just roll our eyes
This is not a call for guilt This is just a request for respect The blood may not be on our hands But we sleep in their beds Oh we sleep in their beds
We are told not to live in the past But some things must not be forgotten We can outlast, but what’s done is cast And privileges are ill-gotten.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
