ANNE CLARK


Red Sands Lyrics

Blood on the sand
Blood on the handsof a handful of madman
What a way to see the world
Through the smeared window of a TV-Screen
Technicolour assasinations
Assasinations that make me scared and afraid
Afraid of the streets that breed malice and hatred
Those with their heads bowed to the darkness
Those who can't see for the glare of the light
Those without strength
Who can't raise hands yet alone guns
Become prisoners of conscience
Though not your conscience
You cheer and rejoice as life trickles away
Through the outlets you give in the shape of a gun
Our world is slipping quickly away

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these lyrics are last corrected by Tim van der Leeuw

Record Label(s): 1985 The copyright in this sound recording is owned by Virgin Records Ltd

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