America, can you spare some change?
A continents going up in flames
And our corporate policies canít blow it out
Government, maybe 1%
We could try to clear some debt
Thereís a child at the door, let her in
I canít sleep
When there are children that wonít eat
Weíll never know why
But I swear to God that Iíll die trying
Blood stains and cuts, clothing thatís torn up
Stomachs swollen, begging for more
Doorbell, take one glance, are you my child, are you from somewhere else?
I think I saw your picture on the T.V.
We have programs and special funds
Ask someone else please
Hey baby whereíd you get that gun?
Did they teach you that the war is over here?
I regret that we stopped fighting long agoÖ