Footprints Songtext

to the greedy desert space, the killing human race

politicians call a meeting
it's up to them to decide
they could generate a genocide.
scripted war with stage directions
telling the men where to fight
exit stage left if you die.

i've got sand in my shoes and blood on my hands tonight
and it won't wash away, until the demands are made
there's an ocean out my window and i'm praying for a boat goodbye
to the greedy desert space, the killing human race

fell down in the desert
it's a little to late
my bones are twisted
the day is in full swing

i've got sand in my shoes and blood on my hands tonight and it won't wash away, until the demands are made
there's an ocean out my window and i'm praying for a boat goodbye
to the greedy desert space, the killing human race