Who holds the money, who holds the need
Who holds the strings of mercy or the purse of greed
And the gunmen reap while the gansters sow
And law is cheap when the smugglers go
Give us peace in our time
While I have a life to live
Then I have no life to give
Give us peace in our time
In sun kissed rooms in city slums
Minds are restless till the airmail come
From the forest floor to the western mind
Like a chatshow topic on a party line
And the hardest love of all is to forgive
As the world comes tumbling down
Let the rain come down on blind desire
Like a thundercloud that holds a prairie fire
I hear the blame I see the cause
A stronger voice a stronger law
But buyers buy and sell
Public consumption of a private hell
Who holds the strings of mercy or the purse of greed
And the gunmen reap while the gansters sow
And law is cheap when the smugglers go
Give us peace in our time
While I have a life to live
Then I have no life to give
Give us peace in our time
In sun kissed rooms in city slums
Minds are restless till the airmail come
From the forest floor to the western mind
Like a chatshow topic on a party line
And the hardest love of all is to forgive
As the world comes tumbling down
Let the rain come down on blind desire
Like a thundercloud that holds a prairie fire
I hear the blame I see the cause
A stronger voice a stronger law
But buyers buy and sell
Public consumption of a private hell
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