people, turn around

eighteen and jaded with guns in their hands

they were fighting for freedom and just what is that?

bills to the banks and food for the kids

money for college but couldn't get in

made all the grades but got taken to task

by a man in an alley wearing a mask

screamed and she begged as the people walked by

the man

he just laughed and the woman she cried

well

it's time all you people

turn around

for the life we've been living

messing around

the blood we've been spilling will bleed us dry

the life we've been killing is your life like mine

the needle is sweet and the snow it is pure

the pain i've been hiding from i'm finding a cure

the night it is warm

well the light it is cold

the family i'm loving

i'm calling them home

it's time all you people

turn around

for the life we've been living

messing around

the blood we've been spilling will bleed us dry

the life we've been killing is your life like mine

my heart it is thumping

the veins they've been blue

the blood that's been pumping

it still hasn't met you

the beard that i'm growing

not fully grown

the years are not coming the way i thought they would

i'm hoping and waiting for something to sing

like the angels in heaven

the bones on the street

hoping for love to find a new voice

the song that needs singing has already been sung before

well

it's time all you people

turn around

for the life we've been living

messing around

the blood we've been spilling will bleed us dry

the life we've been killing is your life like mine

turn around

for the life we've been living

messing around

the blood we've been spilling will bleed us dry

the life we've been killing is your life like mine