There's a child by the side of the road, a checkpoint stops him in his tracks In the orchard shade his buddy's blood come gushing down Rachel got a bulldozer by her head, whoa The same punks want Gaza dead, whoa
Blood on the streets, blood on the streets, whoa....
Mama made me a molotov, Papa said they're all too evil Ahmed he really had it, Marwan he wants to blast it When I turn around the corner barrel pointed at me, whoa When I learned that some turned their backs on me, whoa
Blood on the streets, blood on the streets, whoa....
It's midnight in a West Bank camp, kids from Raffa just cant stand Backwards path, tied to the past, no more suicides strapped to their back It's midnight in a West Bank camp, kids from Raffa understand Backwards path, tied to the past, no more suicide
Blood on the streets, blood on the streets, whoa… I'm looking for a way outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
