People hide out from the city streets
We won't know their names, their faces unknown
We'll all wonder where they'll go
Who knows, where will they go?
Fists are flying in the name of love
So much violence in the name of love
We look on and on, we don't heed the call
Who knows if we care at all
Who knows, do we care at all?
Helpless hands wonder what to do
They think they're as oppressed as you
They're drowning in debt, they're doing their best
The shit hasn't hit the fan yet
Who knows, where will we go?
Contributed by Dq82 - 2019/3/6 - 12:34
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