They come to rule and not by chance
Aided by a guided glance
No elections needed here
Such things mundane are not their wayA thousand rivals lying dead
And their families starved, decayed
No relief by foreign aid
A poisoned dagger is their wayGovernment by those who kill
And then collect from U.N. tills
They live on aid and ask for more
When all it does is pay for moreSo carefree, your killing spree
I must be blind I can't see
Tell me what is human life worthSo carefree, your killing spree
I must be blind I can't see
Tell me what is human life worthSo carefree, your killing spree
I must be blind I can't see
Tell me what is human life worthSo carefree, your killing spree
I must be blind I can't see
Tell me what is human life worthThe skies cry bloody tears
The skies cry bloody tears
The skies cry bloody tears