A child waits until the town is fast asleep,
And out his front door he silently creeps,
Tragedy has taken him to terrible feats,
Of lying, stealing and deceit.

No one knows this child anymore,
He picked a different road, a different door,
They found him dead yesterday on his floor,
A needle in his arm, a bullet in his skull.

This country is completely run a muck,
They said in eight years we'd all be ******,
Those eight years hit us like a truck,
To get out of this mess we're gonna need more than luck.

A soldier listens to bullets flying by,
While counting the seconds he's still alive,
He wanted to serve his country, but survive.
They found him dead yesterday, fear still in his eyes.

This country is completely run a muck,
They said in eight years we'd all be ******,
Those eight years hit us like a truck,
To get out of this mess we're gonna need more than luck.

A woman once simply spoke her thoughts,
And with them her government disagreed, a lot.
They never politely asked her to stop,
They just jailed that woman, for speaking her thoughts.

This country is completely run a muck,
They said in eight years we'd all be ******,
Those eight years hit us like a truck,
To get out of this mess we're gonna need more than luck.

We're gonna need some love.

A child waits until the town is fast asleep,
And out his front door he silently creeps,
Tragedy has taken him to terrible feats,
So he steps up to the ledge, and he takes the leap. . .