Blood On The Sand

Blood On The Sand - Thrice

We wave our flags we swallow fear

like medicine

We kiss the hands of profiteers

and their congressmen

But I've seen too much of this fear

and hate

I've had enough and I'm not afraid

To raise a shout to make it clear

This has to end

There's blood on the sand there's

blood in the street

And there's a gun in my hand or

there might as well be

And I'm sick of it

I'm so sick of this

We panic at the sight of different

colored skin

And we've got a plan to justify each

mess we're in

But I've seen too much of this fear

and hate

I've had enough and I'm not afraid

To take a stand to make it right

This has to end

There's blood on the sand there's

blood in the street

And there's a gun in my hand or

there might as well be

And I'm sick of it

I'm so sick of this

Fear will kill your mind and steal

your love as sure as anything

Fear will rob you blind and make

you numb to other's suffering

And I've felt it's touch too many

times and I've had enough I've

had enough

There's blood on the sand there's

blood in the street

And there's a gun in your hand or

there might as well be

Are you sick of it

I'm so sick of this

There's blood on the sand there's

blood in the street

And there's a gun in your hand or

there might as well be

Are you sick of it

I'm so sick of this

Cause I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick

I'm so sick of this