Oh, brothers down
Taking a ride in the big black van
I prayed and the mother sang
Will you open your eyes, is the world insane?
Front page, oh what a shame
Emptied a mag in the middle of the game
Our stains on the newstands
Like a photograph in the killers hand

Oh our sons are dying does someone know why?
All the tears are falling from the blind eye
What's its worth? Forget your love for money
Oh that curse will win and run you someday

[Dragonette