I don't know much but I know what I feel There's too many people fighting, tied to the wheel I don't know much but I know what I see There's too many people crying washed out to sea
And there's much more we can say And there's much more we can do And there's much more we can learn Generations of love
I don't know you but you know what I am Hey I don't need redemption or no government plan No big aids sensation no 28 clause The end of aparteid no message of war
The jew and the gentile, the black and the gay The lost and the futile, they've all got something to say The african nation, the sword of islam The rebels in china, the sikhs and the tams
The house of our father, the volumes of guilt The luck of the irish,the blood that we've spilt The angels and martyrs, the lovers and saints The sisters of mercy, the brothers of pain
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