This city has a specific smell of it’s own Something’s wrong here... Something’s rotting in here... A touch of teargas in the air A gentle touch of violence A gentle touch of ignorance A gentle touch of death
Put that gun away There’s enough of hate
Could you tell the difference Between hate and ignorance Could you find it, feel the resemblance
Torn ‘n dirty newspapers flying in the air News of yesterday, news of the past Photos of the glory days, smiles, warm thoughts Now dissolving into a puddle of water and blood
Put that gun away There’s enough of hate
Could you tell the difference Between hate and ignorance Could you find it, feel the resemblance
This can’t be us? Us humans? Horrors made by us, by our own hands
Cities silenced by guns Screams and crying silenced by guns Whole nations are proud of us