Crisis they say But it's not funny When lives are squandered, We still pay the money Welfare is cut, to foot the bill So it ain't just the enemy,
Over the horizon, over the hill Don?t know what it is but I know it kills Over the horizon, over the hill The missile is coming, it?s time to take your
Living in a nightmare Only place I have to stay For want of peace and not for war It?s the price I have to pay Just a solitary white feather The Mark
Gently the wind blows Spreading the sand along the shore Up on the cliff Above our head Standing over me The ruined castle stares out to sea Its empty
This desert rose has deadly thorns The blossoming nation built upon conquest and creed Four million Palestinians scattered in its wake An encamped nation
Crisis they say But it's not funny When lives are squandered, we still pay the money Welfare is cut, to foot the bill So it ain't just the enemy, it'
Like you and I, they feel pain But man has the right to kill and maim Destruction of life for which we?re meant to care But you can block it out as if
It could be Germany in 1933 But you don?t wanna know They?ve got their uniforms marching up and down the streets But you shut your eyes and go back home
Should I open up my window on the world I?d like the sun to come shining in But I?m frightened of the cold Is this my window? Can this be my only window
Just got back from across the sea Met someone there, she meant so much to me She?s gone but I?m holding on to a thousand memories Got a letter from her
The fields have turned grey and the trees have lost their leaves There?s no one to be seen, only crosses and wreaths Row upon row of graves lying there
The dead bodies on the battlefield Prove they would use our flesh as shield And Brixton?s riot was a result of the hate Towards the system we all help
Running running from my home From this so called community I want to be on my own This place just ain?t for me I don?t want to be alone But I can?t take
