Lyric Cry To Heaven

I found a black bere on the street today

It was lying in the gutter all torn.
There s a white flag flying on a tall building

But the kids just watch the storm.

Their dirty faces pressed on the windows

Shattered glass before their eyes.
There s mad dog barking in a burned out subway

Where the sniper sleeps at night.

No birthday songs to sing again

Just bricks and stones to give them.
Wrap them up in your father s flags

And let me cry to heaven.

No birthday songs to sing again
. . .

There are many graves by a cold lake

As the beds were when your babies are born.
And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin

But the kids just watch the storm.
I saw a black cat tease a white mouse

Until he killed it with his claws.
Seems a lot of countries do the same thing

Before they go to war.

No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
Let them cry to heaven -
Let them cry to heaven -
Let them cry to heaven!