Too low for the gutter
Too high for the trench
You see how we die yet complain about the stench
Hey little orphans how do you do?
Tear off my medal ‘cause you think it’s a sin
That I fight for your freedoms with the colour of my skin
What little privilege ruined you?
One-ninety-one
God is long gone
You’d think war was over once the fighting was done
Still hear the ringing in my ear
White, black, bleeding red
I said
Race doesn’t matter when you’re already dead so
I’ll show you something to fear
Tell me what’s real
Tell me how to feel
Just for the bliss of it
The kiss of it comes down
Johnson comes
Knocking on the door
Pray for your life and fall to floor
Watch as your friends disappear
Yeah
White, black, bleeding red
I said
Race doesn’t matter when you’re already dead so
I’ll show you something to fear
Tell me what’s real
Tell me how to feel
Just for the bliss of it
The kiss of it comes down
Too high for the trench
You see how we die yet complain about the stench
Hey little orphans how do you do?
Tear off my medal ‘cause you think it’s a sin
That I fight for your freedoms with the colour of my skin
What little privilege ruined you?
One-ninety-one
God is long gone
You’d think war was over once the fighting was done
Still hear the ringing in my ear
White, black, bleeding red
I said
Race doesn’t matter when you’re already dead so
I’ll show you something to fear
Tell me what’s real
Tell me how to feel
Just for the bliss of it
The kiss of it comes down
Johnson comes
Knocking on the door
Pray for your life and fall to floor
Watch as your friends disappear
Yeah
White, black, bleeding red
I said
Race doesn’t matter when you’re already dead so
I’ll show you something to fear
Tell me what’s real
Tell me how to feel
Just for the bliss of it
The kiss of it comes down
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