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