Bow to the powers bow on your knees,
there’s blood on these hands and they were given to me,
Bow to the powers bow on your knees,
there’s blood on these hands and they were given to me.

Jungle in the city to where they are thrown, a jungle in the forest cut to the bone.
Cuts from within, cuts from without, cries from the city for a better life.
Poverty, sickness, wealth and prosper to be the very lie we’ve all been told.
Exodus move in the dark and in the light, search of land for a better life.
Greeted in plunder as the tears roll down in the blue and black tarps of a ghetto town,
still in wonder of a distant land, one that’s paved in gold not sand.

A city in denial to where they are thrown, as lies from others weigh deep and low.
Propaganda machine on overload as the bombs we drop on those we don’t know.
Shame on the powers the powers that be, this outstretched hand is a hand in need,
as they beg and starve and die for greed in search of land for a better life.
Greeted in plunder as the tears roll down in the blue and black tarps of a ghetto town still in wonder of a distant land, one that’s paved in gold not sand.

Blood on these hands and they were given to me