The nations rage and yet they're falling apart
Their walls and weapons won't conquer the heart
And the fathers and sons, are carrying guns
They cover the earth like a flood
They labor in vain, for an end to the pain
But freedom was purchased in blood
And the blind lead the blind further away
Each man pursues the dream that's calling his name
Each man's desire is fanning the flame
And the fathers and sons, are carrying guns
They cover the earth like a flood
They labor in vain, for an end to the pain
But freedom was purchased in blood
And the blind lead the blind further away
They cry for rights and titles, still they won't kneel
And so the wound refuses to heal
And the fathers and sons, are carrying guns
They cover the earth like a flood
They labor in vain, for an end to the pain
But freedom was purchased in blood
And the blind lead the blind
Always they're striving but never arriving in time
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