I sit and watch ‘em as the tanks roll by, I sit and watch ‘em with a jaded eye
The food is rationed the streets are baracaded, only action’s military presence, yet there is no invasion, and, what’s the meaning of this, they’re in our homes, they’ve got the fresh control, with the soul feeling foolish, try to stand down, ‘cause the military gives the death wish
We are all below the clouds, we are all children of the sun
Bombs are gonna drop, bombs are gonna drop bombs are gonna drop in the city
Bombs are gonna drop, bombs are gonna drop, bombs are gonna drop it ain’t pretty
No it ain’t, it ain’t pretty no more
We’re all born from the same god the same seed, mineral, sand or whatever you believe, relieved that we hang and love one another instead encasing nations in a sandlot, brothers we, family, in the neighborhood wait until it lies back with the dogs, enemy, they strive to appear for violent payback, baby.
We are all below the clouds, we are all children of the sun
Bombs are gonna drop, bombs are gonna drop bombs are gonna drop in the city
Bombs are gonna drop, bombs are gonna drop, bombs are gonna drop it ain’t pretty
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