blood on the sand

we wave our flags

we swallow fear like medicine

we kiss the hands of profiteers and their congressmen

but i've seen too much

yeah i've had enough

to raise a shout

to make it clear -- this has to end

there's blood on the sand

there's blood in the street

and there's a gun in my hand

or there might as well be

and i'm sick of it

i'm so sick of it

we panic at the sight of different colored skin

we've got a plan to justify each mess we're in

but i've seen too much

i've had enough

to take a stand

to make it right -- this has to end

there's blood on the sand

there's blood in the street

and there's a gun in my hand

or there might as well be

and i'm sick of it

i'm so sick of it

fear will kill your mind and steal your love as sure as anything

fear will rob you blind and make you numb to others' suffering

and i've felt its touch too many times and i've had enough

i've had enough!

there's blood on the sand

there's blood in the street

and there's a gun in your hand

or there might as well be

are you sick of it? i'm so sick of it

there's blood on the sand

there's blood in the street

and there's a gun in your hand

or there might as well be

aren't you sick of it? i'm just sick of this

cause i'm sick

i'm sick

i'm sick

i'm so sick of this