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Thirty eight dead when the copsbashed heads in Johannesburg today,And the bombs go off in Hamburgand in Libya and Bombay,Well there's war in the streets at homeand you can see it on your TV screen,And everybody's asking their own god,well my god, what does it mean?and I can't predict the future, but I can see what's come before,I can't predict the future, I can only see what's come before,Between East Berlin and West Berlinthey built a wall with a barbed wire top,And everybody here has to live in fearof the day when the bomb will drop,Well there's one world and it's big enough for all,but the blues and reds they had to build a wall,And no one can live in peace until the stones all fallI can't predict the future, but I can see what's come before,I can't predict the future, I can only see what's come before,And as the sun comes up in the Eastern sky,more of God's children are bound to die,And as the sun goes down, in the West,the blood of the rest on the hands of you andI can't predict the future, but I can see what's come before,I can't predict the future, I can only see what's come before Aus Songtexte Mania