I can’t believe my eyes
Such a pitiful sight
The repeating notes of machine gun fire
Are serenading us tonight
I can’t believe in my ears
What’s going on around here
Someone has shot rosa theresa
Who was expecting early next year
Is there nothing we can do
Someone, somewhere, a sign
‘Till then the scars of these kindwars
Will mark the face of our times
Will mark the face of our times
Will mark the face of our times
Will mark the face of our times
Now it’s a quarter to nine
You take the baby inside
Back from the window and out of the light
Should a bullet stray in the night
Is there nothing we can do
Someone, somewhere, a sign
‘Till then the scars of these kindwars
Will mark the face of our times
Is there nothing we can do
Someone, somewhere, a sign
‘Till then the scars of these kindwars
Will mark the face of our times
Will mark the face of our times
Will mark the face of our times
