[Verse 1]
The sky is black
The ground is red
The streets of hate
Are charred and dead
The walls stand out
Against the sky
And crowds appear
To wonder why
[Chorus]
The morning after
We ask the right questions
The morning after
We make the suggestions
We've gotta make changes
We're not going to wait
But the morning after is too late
[Verse 2]
The shell that's left
Is still a cage
The flames have not
Consumed the rage
And men whose souls
Are trapped in slums
Will wait until
The next time comes
The sky is black
The ground is red
The streets of hate
Are charred and dead
The walls stand out
Against the sky
And crowds appear
To wonder why
[Chorus]
The morning after
We ask the right questions
The morning after
We make the suggestions
We've gotta make changes
We're not going to wait
But the morning after is too late
[Verse 2]
The shell that's left
Is still a cage
The flames have not
Consumed the rage
And men whose souls
Are trapped in slums
Will wait until
The next time comes
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