80 died in a foreign place
Twenty-two in a bombed foyer, there's
Bloody hands can you wash these stains?
For the times can we stop this rage
What's the truth get indoctrinated
No money no doctors for patients
Always money for bombs and the payslips
And the bullets, they keep you enslaved
Mother won't get to kiss her child
Father won't get to see her smile
Little hands can you hold on tight
You saw death, now it's in her eyes
I don't want to see you misplaced
What the hell are we doing to change things
Politician, can you see this pain?
Because I can hear guns in the distance
And why don't they listen?
When a mother cries for her children
I can hear guns in the distance
And why don't they listen?
When a mother cries for her children
Ninety-five in a boat found drowned
Twenty-six from a soldier's gun, there's
Too many kids, many open coffins
Tell me how all these wars been sponsored?
Getting rich tell me who gets paid?
Little boy on the morning page
Do we mourn, do we learn his name?
Another lost in the pouring rain
Do we try, do we try, do we fall back
Little girl getting cold by the food bank
Another estate gets sold for a new plan
Wonder awake and hope for the future
See who gets mentioned as your minute's silence ticks by
Tell me who gets sentenced as they commit violence its state signed
Old greedy men send boys time again out to the front line
Who's a tyrant here? Who's the terrorist? I'm seeing blurred lines
If love is a kingdom, this is a prison that we're inside
Innocent child go
Because I can hear guns in the distance
And why don't they listen?
When a mother cries for her children
I can hear guns in the distance
And why don't they listen?
When a mother cries for her children
Better we run
Better we hide away, forever we fall
Burning the sky away and it'll never be yours
It'll never be yours again
And look what we've done
And look what we've left for them
Now look what we've done
Look what we've left for them
Now look what we've done
Look what we've left for them
Now look what we've done
Look what we've left for them
I can hear guns in the distance
And why don't they listen?
When a mother cries for her children
I can hear guns in the distance
And why don't they listen?
When a mother cries for her children
A mother cries for her children
