His soul
may rest in prison
Between
bars
And no
forgiveness.
But
brother
Sometimes
is easy
To take
guns
And
become a killer.
Well,
have you seen the desert?
Have you
seen the men there starving?
Some are
just there waiting
For
their brothers to die
Just to
have their meal.
How come
no one feel miserable?
Is the
veil between their eyes,
That
veil that he tore off
A long
time ago,
Just when
he was little.
The wolfs
they will be howling,
That´s
all that they can do.
The
ships they will be praying
And
everything is just gonna stay still there.
The ku
klux people waiting
Behind
the light of their torch
The big
guerrillas trying to win
And get
control.
And now
you´ve got him watching
When he
was only twelve years old
His eyes
they were broken
In
tears.
What
could he do?
He just
stayed
His
heart was pumping
His
blood running all over.
But in
the end he´s no hero,
In the
deepness of crooked valley
He waves his sword
He owns
the place
He is
king there.
Well you
don´t need to blame him,
Couse
blame is all he knows,
Brother
sometimes is easy
To take
guns
And become
a killer.
