كلمات View From A Blind Eye

It's all over the news another roadside suicide, another hotel too another public place, another mother's face I can't see… I can't look… I can't look but I'm greedy with my freedom On our heads… On our heads the blood's flowing, we go without looking, but not knowing In my hands. in my hands. in my hands, yeah, your loss is my loss, even without my looking my looking… Around and around and around calling it calling it out way past ripe into rotten spoil no longer, no longer It's gotten into the air yeah, the smell of death is everywhere It creeps across the ocean like a grease fire It comes pouring down on the crops and the ground and all through the town it whispers the names of the ones who have gone before by the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war I can't see I can't look I can't look but I'm greedy with my freedom it's time we start looking Around and around and around calling it calling it out way past ripe into rotten spoil no longer, no longer And so it goes and so it goes, on and on We'll take a body count in the morning We'll blame it all, all on them We'll take a body count in the morning We'll blame it all on religion We'll take a body count in the morning