Cry to Heaven
I found a black bere' on the street today
It was lying in the gutter all torn.
There's a white flag flying on a tall building
But the kids just watch the storm.
Their dirty faces pressed on the windows
Shattered glass before their eyes.
There's mad dog barking in a burned out subway
Where the sniper sleeps at night.
No birthday songs to sing again
Just bricks and stones to give them.
Wrap them up in your father's flags
And let me cry to heaven.
No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
There are many graves by a cold lake
As the beds were when your babies are born.
And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin
But the kids just watch the storm.
I saw a black cat tease a white mouse
Until he killed it with his claws.
Seems a lot of countries do the same thing
Before they go to war.
No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
Let them cry to heaven -
Let them cry to heaven -
Let them cry to heaven!
It was lying in the gutter all torn.
There's a white flag flying on a tall building
But the kids just watch the storm.
Their dirty faces pressed on the windows
Shattered glass before their eyes.
There's mad dog barking in a burned out subway
Where the sniper sleeps at night.
No birthday songs to sing again
Just bricks and stones to give them.
Wrap them up in your father's flags
And let me cry to heaven.
No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
There are many graves by a cold lake
As the beds were when your babies are born.
And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin
But the kids just watch the storm.
I saw a black cat tease a white mouse
Until he killed it with his claws.
Seems a lot of countries do the same thing
Before they go to war.
No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
Let them cry to heaven -
Let them cry to heaven -
Let them cry to heaven!