Lyrics

MIDDLE EASTERN BLUES

As I was reading the paper
Just today
I got thinking what it'd be like
To live that way
Struggling all the time
Getting my food
Hand to hand
And running war torn streets
With my life in my hands
Wondering 'bout my parents
If I'll grow to be a man
Scared every day
My dreams are coming
To an end

And now burned out cars
Bodies in the street
And i just lost my friend
But what I want to know
Is what I can't see
When will it come
To an end

Well I'm standing in line
For clothes and food
The picture that's painted
Don't look too good
Factions all around
There ain't no right
There ain't no wrong
And now boundaries formed by causes
Under rockets glare
I can't sleep
Due to mortar blare
Buildings gutted
Fires burning
Oh so long

And there's trashed out alleys
Dogs roaming the streets
Will relations mend
But what I want to know
Is what I can't see
When will it come
To an end

And you can read about it in your paper
You can mull it over your afternoon tea
You can watch it on the evening news
It don't make a difference to me
'cause I'm stuck here in this hell hole
And I'm living my life on the run
And I'm looking for something to
Believe in
That's not at the end
Of a gun

Well those are the facts
Sad but true
After reading the paper
I'm sitting here blue
Killing daily
It just goes
On and on
When will it end
I can't predict
Just thinking about it
Makes me sick
You might say I've got those
Middle Eastern Blues

And now trash n the alleys
Dogs roaming the streets
Will relations mend
But what I want to know
Is what I can't see
When will it come
To an end
To an end