Barclay James Harvest

(John Lees)
>What price your life now, how cheap the bullet<
the streets ran red with the blood of the innocent
why, why, why
we stab our knives in the back of humanity
why, why, why
there's never peace just a spiral of violence
why, why, why
we'll shoot you down for a difference of opinion
why, why, why
cheap the bullet, easy the gun
sons and daughters lost and gone
cheap the bullet, easy the gun
no talk, no thought
just shoot and run
our children wake to the bomb and the body search
why, why, why
we fill their ears with the drums and the battle crys
why, why, why
they burn your car when you stray it's a game they play
why, why, why
they're fed on hate it's a circle we don't want to break