I keep hearing that the end is nearing
Every other week there’s another killing

John Lennon tried
to help stop the killing

The sorry thing is that nobody listened
The city and the country they divided
They’re pointing their fingers
They’re calling each other liars

And it’s a shame
Trading on Jesus’ name and since
To angels of Able and Cain

Pleasure and pain
Heroin and cocaine

The father’s insane
The son’s is kind of strange
The self afflicted shotgun
Blast in his veins

These crocked politicians
They’re ordering the killing
Of innocent civilians

They built another prison
For the children to fill up

Lyrics submitted by GregLR

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