A soldier stands outside a gate, a barbed wire fence, to protect a foreign land from itself And bombs of the west rain down on a city where a family with nothing holds their children to their chests And everyone is fighting for liberty, everyone is fighting for their God But I don't know of a God that calls, for genocide is his name and blood Two men in a garage in the suburbs, Make a bomb to bring the west to its knees But 300 thousand children born into pain and hunger the money spent on bombs cannot feed An oil rig is drilling for an empty well The chainsaws are cutting down the trees And all the while it's getting hotter in here The money makes it harder to breathe Welcome to the world, welcome to the world What's wrong with the picture you see?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
