Tearing out all these open pages,
Women and kids of all ages,
Millions of men with blank faces,
Italicised lies, headlines, bold type
Living lost just like deer in headlights,
Terrified, blind, and wait to die,
I wonder when they'll come get me,
I wonder when they'll come get me:
We want to, have to, need to:
And we'll tell you when their hungry again,
And we'll tell you when their hungry again,
It never ends, never ends:
We want to, have to, need to:
And we'll tell you when their hungry again,
And we'll tell you when their hungry again,
It never ends, never ends, never ends:
Big shot screaming, "Put your hands in the sky,"
He says, "Give it up boy, give it up or your gonna die,
You'll get a bullet in the back of the neck,
In the back of the neck right between the eyes."
Big shot screaming, "Put your hands in the sky,"
He says, "Give it up boy, give it up or your gonna die,
You'll get a bullet in the back of the neck,
In the back of the neck right between the eyes."
Artist: Herman Van Veen
Artist: Denny Zeitlin
Artist: Operation: Mindcrime