Lyrics It's Sand, Man! - Buddy Tate

It's Sand, Man!

Take a look in the mirror
Look at yourself
But don’t you look too close
'Cause you just might see the person
That you hate the most
Lord, what’s happening to this human race
I can’t even see one friendly face
Brothers fight brothers and sisters wink their eyes
While silver tongues bear fruits of poison lies
Take a look at your children born innocent
Every boy and every girl
Denying themselves a real chance
To build a better world, oh!
Dear Lord what’s happening to your precious dream
I think it’s washing away on a bloody, bloody stream
Yes, take a look at your children before it’s too late
And tell them nobody, nobody wins when the prize is hate
Oh, no, no, no, it’s not too late
We gotta tell all of our children
That love, love, love is the way