A Sad Nation

There's a boy across the street with a gun in his hands
They made it sound so simple these dirty plans
Just point the gun and pull the trigger
The only work to be done is with his pointer finger

The girl in front of him with her hands in the air
The fear in her eyes has been made quite clear
Her mind thinks of her daughter and the rears she will cry
Her breath is getting heavy she's not ready to die

The cop draws near watching the scene before him play
He's grumbling complaining it's just a typical day
His heart is cold and feelings dis-attached
Its just another call made by dispatch

God help America and what a sad nation we bare
We grumble complain and kill without care
We hold our noses high and try to blame others
The problem in this country are faults of our brothers

The man driving the taxi and the women on the street
The single mother on the bus and child with nothing to eat
Reach out in love and help those in need
Or our nation will kill and die with out heed

God help us as the darkness draws near
You tried to tells us but we refused to hear
Deliver me from this nation which has kicked you out
I don't want to be here when your wrath comes about