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Another Country's Young

It's on their TV's
weeping someone's babies
sweet on U.S.A. street
ancient soldiers sleep tonight

It's on their airwaves
their burning flag waves
ten thousand miles away
matchstick people burning,

Ever far away,
some brown people
mother turns our light in the darkness,

Another Country's Young beyond here,
Another Country's Young
pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head,

and Another Country's Young is crying
and Another Country's Young is sleeping
again

It's in their daydreams
walking and sleeping
no more silent safety
no more disassociating themselves

no losing or winning
hearts and minds are sleeping
no chance on USA street
never get an inch to crawl,

Ever far away,
flickering brown people
mother turns our light into their darkness

Another Country's Young beyond here,
Another Country's Young
pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head,

and Another Country's Young is crying
and Another Country's Young is weeping
again

No chance on USA street
Easter Parade families
at the Airport waiting
America's green junkies return,

It's on their TV's
the mud people died today
but, we forgot them anyway
on someone else's time,

Ever far away
the distance tears apart illumination
and screams out into darkness,

Another Country's Young
Another Country's Young
is bleeding again




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