Standard (EADGBE)
I hear all the cries that surround me
So many things are much bigger than my needs
As the poor feed on empty promises
The wealthy kings are stomach full on greed
We hope
We cry
We pray for change
We sing a song
For the stars & the sun
Chorus
LET OUR SIsters sing
While our brothers go to war
Let our children see
Mother's keep your prayers
I am my father's son
I am my father
Heroes bleed gold
They wrote the answers
To the questions of cold
I lost my faith in religion
Promoting confusion and divide
I refuse to be used as prawn
Fronting their picket lines
Pigs in suits perched up on their high horse
Sending your sons to war
The greed they feed moving through their halls
Motivates them more