Another Country's Young

                                  It's on their TV's

Weeping someone's babies

Sweet on USA street

Ancient soldiers sleep tonight



It's on their airwaves

Their burning flag waves

Ten thousand miles away

Matchstick people burning



Ever far away

Some brown people

Mother turns our light into the darkness



Another Country's Young beyond here

Another Country's Young

Pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head



and Another Country's Young is crying

And Another Country's Young is sleeping again



It's in their daydreams

Waking and sleeping 

No more silent safety

No more disassociating themselves



no losing or winning

Hearts and minds are sleeping

No chance on USA street

Never get an inch to crawl



Ever far away

Flickering brown people

Mother turns our light into their darkness



Another Country's Young beyond here

Another Country's Young

Pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head



And Another Country's Young is crying

And Another Country's Young is weeping again



No chance on USA street

Easter Parade families

At the airport waiting

America's green junkies return



It's on their TV's

The mud people died today

But, we forgot them anyway

On someone else's time



Ever far away

The distance tears apart illumination

And screams out into darkness



Another Country's Young

Another Country's Young

Is bleeding again