The Thought of Killing

It can't be true, it isn't right
The worlds gone bad, kind of twisted
To go and take somebody's life
Could it be they might have missed it

The thought of killing, how can it be?
My heart and soul won't comprehend
How could you do it?
How could you call the strike?
Bombs away on all those children

It can't be true, the end is near!
Another death for the love of money
The gun is shot, the blood is spilled
The old red river won't stop running

The thought of killing, how can it be?
My heart and soul won't comprehend
How could you do it?
How could you pull the trigger?
And tell me why you call the black man nigger?

Tell me why all these things must be?
I don't understand why we can't live in total peace!

It can't be true, it isn't right
The worlds gone sad, kind of twisted

rusty miller
march 1st
1994