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Guns in the Distance
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maverick Sabre
Maverick Sabre
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Stafford
Michael Stafford
Songwriter
Jimmy Hogarth
Jimmy Hogarth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Hogarth
Jimmy Hogarth
Producer

Lyrics

No, no, no 80 dead in a foreign place 22 in the bombed foyer, There's bloody hands, can you wash these stains? For the times, can we stop this rage? Watch the truth get indoctrinated No money, no doctors for patients Always money for bombs and not payslips And the bullets, they keep you in slavery Mother won't get to kiss her child Father won't get to see her smile Little hands, can you hold on tighter? You saw death, now it's in her eyes Heard they want to see you misplaced, and What the hell are we doing to change things? Politicians, can you see this pain? 'Cause I can hear guns in the distance And why don't they listen When a mother cries for her children? Ooh hey, ooh hey, ooh, hey I can hear guns in the distance And why don't they listen When a mother cries for her children? Ooh hey, ooh hey, ooh, hey 95 in a boat found drowning 26 from a soldier's gun, there's Too many kids, many open coffins Tell me how all these wars been sponsored Gettin' rich, tell me who gets paid Little boy in the morning page Do we mourn? Do we learn his name? Another lost in the pouring rain Do we try? Do we try? Do we fall back? Little girl gettin' called by the food bank Another mistake is sold through a new plan Wonder awake and hope for the future See who gets mentioned As your minutes hand ticks by Tell me who gets sentenced As they commit violence at stateside Old greedy men send boys Time again out to the front line Who's a tyrant here? Who's a terrorist? I'm seeing bloodlines If love is a kingdom this is a prison that we're inside And listen, child, go 'Cause I can hear guns in the distance And why don't they listen When a mother cries for her children? Ooh hey, ooh hey, ooh, hey I can hear guns in the distance And why don't they listen When a mother cries for her children? Ooh hey, ooh hey, ooh, hey Better we run, better we hide away Forever we fall, we're burnin' the sky away They'll never be young, they'll never be ours again Now, look what we've done And look what we've left for them Now, look what we've done Look what we've left for them Now, look what we've done Look what we've left for them Now, look what we've done Look what we've left for them I can hear guns in the distance And why don't they listen When a mother cries for her children? Ooh hey, ooh hey, ooh, hey I can hear guns in the distance And why don't they listen, why don't they? When a mother cries for her children? Ooh hey, ooh hey, ooh, hey Ooh hey, ooh hey, ooh, hey Ooh hey, ooh hey, Ooh hey, ooh hey, ooh, hey Ooh hey, ooh hey When a mother cries for her children
Writer(s): Michael Stafford, James Hogarth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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