Текст песни Tv

When I looked through the window I saw things I couldn't believe People running over each other No one cares about the other Everyone's got a machine gunF I changed my mind I couldn't watch this I change my mind and I changed the channel and I changed the channel on my TV set Hot suni, a desert caravan, grey camels move across yellow sand with a few ghosts, Bedouins dressed in white, dressed in black, red stains, not happy, they're like very tired They're driven out of their home, starving, begging for salvation, looking to the motionless Heavens, but there's just a roaring bomber bringing more of the same