A Tribute to

歌詞

Child, go back inside Where is your father now? The bus for town left days ago Where is your father now? Two bullets in a photo from home Damn them that brought me here Don't care whose face is on the wall I'm one of those not death Desperate days they walk behind Though you see them, do not look them in the eye There is no justice Yes, memory serves for the flies So we leave our home Whose moon is it shines down on me On the roofs they call our homes? Whose guards is it keeps watch on me To ensure our blood will run? Unreturned, the letters I sent My only hope to rest the tears When night comes I will learn while they sleep To satisfy their failures