Lyrics

Palestine

There must have been some grand design,
to all this madness you brought on for us to see.
How it all keeps spilling over the borders
doesn’t coincide with the sentiment on the streets.
I thought you told me that there was a plan;
some holy reason that you figure that you own the sand?
Kinda' funny who you count as sheep.
Guess it all depends upon the company you keep.

And by the way did you think this fit the plan
see it doesn’t fit mine, and it didn’t fit the other, friend.
Something to appease your mind in these fucked up situations;
you see, dogma does not qualify as justification.
We all just wish we could erazer over things.
You got the backing of god, some cigarettes, and a few machines.
Didn't think i’d hide my head in my hand.
But I won’t carry your water, won't fly your flag,
and I won't sing in your band.

There must have been some grand design...

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