Sometimes i see, There's nothin' good For me In a world with a big indifference Inside.
Sometimes I cry And i ask myself why Everything Is changing 'cause of our mistakes
And There's
Too much bread In our bags Too Much blood Baby in our legs Too much Greed In our life A child is dead Tell Me why!
Too much death In our fears Too Much hunger Baby in our tears Too much Gold In our teeth You might only live A second Live!
Sometimes i've heard That Burnin' flight of a bird Hangin' all Around Feelin' sorry for himself just Like a blessed killin' child
Sometimes I cry And i ask my god why Everyone Could not sing, and drink, and make love Together All the time And there's
Too Much bread In our bags Too much blood
Baby in our legs Too much greed In Our life A child is dead Tell me why!
Everytime, I Would just like to hold your hand Every Time I would just like to sing a song For you baby Everytime... Darling Please hold my hand now But tell me Why On the other side A thousand children Die!
And there's
Too much bread
In our bags Too much blood Baby in Our legs Too much greed In our life A Child is dead Tell me why!
