| Well there’s blood on the hands of the rich politicians
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| Red is the color of the sand and the sea
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| Blood on the hands of an arrogant nation
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| Who start all the bleeding over their policies
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| So she blamed it all on whispering secrets
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| She blamed it on the moon and the sky
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| She thought she broke the back of the city
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| She thought she thought she knew she had lied
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| She changed direction with the gas fires burning
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| Racing for protection what could she possibly find
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| Children with no legs out on the highways crawling
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| Looking for an angel but they ran out of time
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| She had blood on her face so she had to get even
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| She hemorrhaged and bled all over the land
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| There’s blood on the hands of those that keep silent
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| Who won’t count the bodies dead in the sand
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| She changed direction with the gas fires burning
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| Racing for protection what could she possibly find
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| Children with no legs out on the highways crawling
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| Looking for an angel but they ran out of time
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| So you can feast on your stories but it won’t stop the bleeding
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| When the truth is found the houses surely fall down
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| There’s blood on their mouths of all lies and liars
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| The bloody red eyes
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| The bloody red eyes
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| The bloody red eyes
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| The bloody red eyes
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| The bloody red eyes of the rodeo clown
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| The bloody red eyes of the rodeo clown
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| The bloody red eyes of the rodeo clown
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| The bloody red eyes of the rodeo clown
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| She changed direction with the gas fires burning
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| Racing for protection what could she possibly find
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| Children with no legs out on the highways crawling
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| Looking for an angel but they ran out of time
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| Well, there’s blood in the streets from the lies and liars
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| The bloody red eyes of the rodeo clown |