I need some sleep
It can't go on like this
I tried countin' sheeps
But there's one I always miss
[x3]
I can't sleep in these bright nights, bullets whizzing by
Explosions lighting up the sky, like the 4th of July
In America, Land of the Free .... So far from here
I'm living in fear, can't close my eyes in case I disappear
Plus dreams ain't sweet, only ever replays in my mind
My brother die, my mother cry, father tries
To console her but the voices of these other guys
Tell him get down then they claim that he's terrorised
Ignorant to the innocent pleas, he's clocked to his knees
Surrounded by machine guns still screamin' freeze
Unprovoked, unalarmed, my father was unarmed
Still, everyone of them soldiers tensed arms
and squoze triggers like he could'a' done harm
Need some sleep
It can't go on like this
I tried countin' sheep
But there's one I always miss
[x3]
Those soldiers where foreign not sent by evil tyrants
But sent for our protection against the violence
Still I can't remember the last time I heard the silence
Foreign militaries sent here to fight for freedom
Still it's them militants that left us to die from bleedin'
Made me an orphan with no means of feedin'
My little sister and she's starvin' screamin'
They don't look back, but we don't fukkin' need 'em
Now I have to watch my little sister die in my arms
And promise her that them fukkas will die from my palms
So I got nothing left to live for 'cept revenge
For my sister who didn't live a month past ten
So I'm strapped suicide bomber, yet, still adolescence
I need some sleep
It can't go on like this
I tried countin' sheep
But there's one I always miss
[x3]
I shed a tear for the world's children
Iraqis, Afghan and Palestinian
Libyan, innocent lives exploded in a desert storm
By desert rats, with heavy straps 'nd scopes on
Fighting against children with sticks and stones
Mad because these foreign bastards came 'n' lit they homes
So they grow into desperate men, home made ieds
Paybacks a bitch, but it won't bring back their families
Sons and daughters murdered while they sleep
Government mp's cashin' cheques while these children bleed
And don't ask, what's the Cause of this war?
Open your eyes and you will find the answer you're looking for
But still the majority follow the power that be
Can't find peace !!!
I need some sleep
It can't go on like this
I tried countin' sheep
But there's one I always miss …
It can't go on like this
I tried countin' sheeps
But there's one I always miss
[x3]
I can't sleep in these bright nights, bullets whizzing by
Explosions lighting up the sky, like the 4th of July
In America, Land of the Free .... So far from here
I'm living in fear, can't close my eyes in case I disappear
Plus dreams ain't sweet, only ever replays in my mind
My brother die, my mother cry, father tries
To console her but the voices of these other guys
Tell him get down then they claim that he's terrorised
Ignorant to the innocent pleas, he's clocked to his knees
Surrounded by machine guns still screamin' freeze
Unprovoked, unalarmed, my father was unarmed
Still, everyone of them soldiers tensed arms
and squoze triggers like he could'a' done harm
Need some sleep
It can't go on like this
I tried countin' sheep
But there's one I always miss
[x3]
Those soldiers where foreign not sent by evil tyrants
But sent for our protection against the violence
Still I can't remember the last time I heard the silence
Foreign militaries sent here to fight for freedom
Still it's them militants that left us to die from bleedin'
Made me an orphan with no means of feedin'
My little sister and she's starvin' screamin'
They don't look back, but we don't fukkin' need 'em
Now I have to watch my little sister die in my arms
And promise her that them fukkas will die from my palms
So I got nothing left to live for 'cept revenge
For my sister who didn't live a month past ten
So I'm strapped suicide bomber, yet, still adolescence
I need some sleep
It can't go on like this
I tried countin' sheep
But there's one I always miss
[x3]
I shed a tear for the world's children
Iraqis, Afghan and Palestinian
Libyan, innocent lives exploded in a desert storm
By desert rats, with heavy straps 'nd scopes on
Fighting against children with sticks and stones
Mad because these foreign bastards came 'n' lit they homes
So they grow into desperate men, home made ieds
Paybacks a bitch, but it won't bring back their families
Sons and daughters murdered while they sleep
Government mp's cashin' cheques while these children bleed
And don't ask, what's the Cause of this war?
Open your eyes and you will find the answer you're looking for
But still the majority follow the power that be
Can't find peace !!!
I need some sleep
It can't go on like this
I tried countin' sheep
But there's one I always miss …
Contributed by giorgio - 2012/4/16 - 08:15
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Album: SOUL Not For Sale Vol. 2
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