Letra de Hot Sand

Still fighting Still dying In the white hot sand And we can’t let go Of the old black gold So comfortable [x2] Can’t see A star-spangled coffin on TV So parents won’t care who’s got the remote control to airborne drones Kinda makes me feel like bringing the war home They put the panthers in a pen [x5] Silenced the weather men Won’t feel the draft again ‘Cuz the rich kids are always complaining And there’s an army in the ghetto that’s waiting To trade-in hand guns for rifles and grenades Singing we shall overcome And get ‘r done In the white hot sand Easy to see that it’s gone so wrong Hard to believe that it’s still going on Mad for a minute when there was nothing to find Mad for a minute, but out of sight… out of mind So comfortable [x2] Can’t see The damage done on a suburban street And people worry more about supply and demand And so we remain - so we remain In the white hot sand