Vārdi: Beecake. Just B. Rip It Up.

Something must be done
A western face cries from the pages
See a child with a gun
The same mistakes run through the ages

See a bullet burn
Bought from a country we charge with peace
Watch the tables turn
They say they're in the wrong hands but who are we

Rip it up
More than I can say
I wanna rip it up
But these are headlines and they won't blow away
More than I can say
I wanna rip it up
But these are our headlines
Cause these are all our days

How many die before we try
We have the means to end
A genocide won't turn the tide
Ignore a continent

Rip it up
More than I can say
I wanna rip it up
But these are headlines and they won't blow away
More than I can say
I wanna rip it up
But these are our headlines
Cause these are all our days

So where do we turn To get some truth in it
A breath of time holds a thousand voices
Should we get use to it
When the profits god and war rejoices
See the pictures run
Knowing eyes on a ward of death
They know none return
We turn the page. shake our heads

Rip it up
More than I can say
I wanna rip it up
But these are our headlines and they won't blow away

More than I can say
I wanna rip it up
But these are our headlines
Cause these are all our days