Oh Lord
Brandon Deavitt W. Bliss, Jonathan Harvey, Steve Kiely, Jeremy Bradford Widerman
Drop the bomb, on the city
In the night while they sleep
Innocence, lost forever
The eve of democracy
Drop the bomb, little children
Run for cover from the terror of freedom
When hope is gone, you lose the people
Without the people who will vote in your chosen one
Liberty, is what they're saying
But I don't hear that at all
Liberty is what they're praying
Does God hear their call?
Spill the blood, start a riot
Embrace the panic in the streets
Live in fear, of the colors
So determined not to run
All the pain, the suffering
Did they get what they wanted?
When former friends become enemies
The only outcome is war
