I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down
If we suffered for this, it has to change
I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down
If we suffered for this, it has to change
We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls
And hope that they found peace, dying alone
We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls
And hope that they found peace, dying alone
They gave their lives to the streets, they saved
They took the challenge to keep our faith
They gave their lives to the streets, they saved
They took the challenge to keep our faith
I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down
If we suffered for this, it has to change
I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down
If we suffered for this, it has to change
If we suffered for this, it has to change
I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down
If we suffered for this, it has to change
We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls
And hope that they found peace, dying alone
We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls
And hope that they found peace, dying alone
They gave their lives to the streets, they saved
They took the challenge to keep our faith
They gave their lives to the streets, they saved
They took the challenge to keep our faith
I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down
If we suffered for this, it has to change
I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down
If we suffered for this, it has to change
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