by The Hippy Coyote
There is violence in the dark
There is murder in the sunlight
Women must obey the laws of men
People must die for money
Lives are sold to pay rent
Children are beaten
Poison is eaten
Success is someone else's payment
I am not from here
I am not from here
I am not from here
I am not from here
I am not from here
For thousands of years wars still rage
Violence burns even the poet's page
Sidewalks bleed from the buried sage
My sword has no edge
Ooh - ah... I hear a ring. I hear a bell!
Ooh - ah...
I am not from here
I am not from here
I am not from here
I am not from here
Too --- "Too young"
To know --- "The truth"
Too --- "Too innocent to"
See --- "The way"
Kidnapped children, memorize what to say
Captured by their rules
They bow their heads
They pray
Ooh - ah...
I come from the land of dreams
Living in the future of history
Saints in suits can save the world
Angels and devils disguised
A world of secrecy
To amuse
Our fantasy
Are some men born to kill?
The Coyote
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