Letra de Red Sands
Blood on the sand Blood on the hands Of a handful of madmenWhat a way to see the world Through the smeared window of a TV-ScreenTechnicolour assasinations Assasinations that make me scared and afraid Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatredThose with their heads bowed to the darkness Those who can't see for the glare of the light Those without strength Who can't raise hands let alone guns Become prisoners of conscience Though not your conscienceYou cheer and rejoice as life trickles away Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gunOur world is slipping quickly away