Some want angels some want saints
Some want love and some need hate
Some want a body and some need blood
Some see a river some see a flood

Well them thirsty them drink like a fool
Them see a leader them follow like a rule
Live by the sword die by the gun
Some looking for trouble some looking for fun

And what is there to die 
about and what is to live for
The taste of water on your tongue 
Another child’s mouth requiring more

These are the days of hope and wealth and drought
The rich get thirsty and the rest go without
Ones on the outside dying to get in
Who am I to lose who am I to win

Suddenly the sea is rising
Somewhere in your eyes
Your lips are tight your fists are tighter
Raised against the burning skies