People die and the world keeps turning.
In Mississippi there's a cross that's still burning.
The DRC and genocide, the father,
the son and all the fears that we hide.
There's a thousand reasons we should have dropped our
weapons and probably walked away and left.
And I don't believe in "Drop the bomb and let god just
do the rest" we left. I don't know!
What are we here for? A bomb drops and the world keeps
turning. In Mississippi there's a fire still burning.
The DRC and genocide, the father,
the son and I guess that's why I'm drinking to run
from the end. I'm drinking to hide from the end!