Another tribe - another brother
Torn between his lover and the gun
Another god - another mother
Weeps to justify the damage done
I wonder, through the lies and dirt
I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth?
Truth collides with propaganda
Just another victim on the run
The world outside is full of candour
Seeks to justify the damage done
No wonder, so much pain and hurt
I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth?
I think there may be a war in heaven
Paradise beneath the smoking gun
As every saint and small town saviour
Race to justify their chosen one
I wonder, as our world collides
I want to reach out there, across the great divide
Another tribe [etc repeated]
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