People, turn around

eighteen and jaded
with guns in their hands
they were fighting for freedom
and just what is that

bills to the banks
and food for the kids
money for college
but couldn't get in

made all the grades
but got taken to task
by a man in an alley
wearing a mask

screamed and she begged
as the people walked by
the man he just laughed
and the woman she cried

well its time all you people
to turn around
for the life we've been living
messing around
the blood we've been spilling
will bleed us dry
the life we've been killing
is the life like mine

the needle is sweet
and the snow it is pure
the pain I've been hiding from
I'm finding a cure

the night it is warm
well the light it is cold
the family I'm loving
I'm calling them home

my heart it is thumping
the veins they've been blue
the blood thats been pumping
still hasn't met you

the beard that I'm growing
not fully grown
the years are not coming
the way I thought they would

hoping and waiting
for something to sing
like the angels in heaven
the bones on the street

hoping for love
to find a new voice
the song thats needs singing
has already been sung before