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?
Oh our tears are falling from the blind eye
Whats its worth? Forget your love for money
Oh that curse will win and run you someday

And I still, have a hold
I still have a hope, a hope for tomorrow

Oh, sisters down
Laying a rose on her older brother
Young soul as good as gold
I hear that boy was an up and comer
We prayed as the mother sang
Will you open your eyes, is the world insane?
Their faces all the same
Fading away with forgotten names

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

And I still, have a hold
I still have a hope, a hope for tomorrow

And I'm still hanging on, I'm still hanging on to yesterday
But I still, have a hold
I still have a hope
A hope for tomorrow