Some say the earth Will keep on turning Dread times are near And I'm not joking I a warning As we continue that same old moaning The chosen race just keep on begging yeh And I wanna know who's responsible? They don't give a damn no
Mother's joy turn to Pain and hollering Weeping for their babes and sucklings Spirits of the innocent wandering Sufferation everlasting But I wanna know who's responsible? They don't give a damn no
Oh Papa dem chest keeps on burning Fist clench tight a grit dem teeth And blood is boiling The price is high yet they keep on paying The little bundles of love They are all missing And I wanna know who's responsible? They don't give a damn no
Brothers and sisters This plight we're facing Get involved problems to solved Yourselves concerning Divided we are so One by one we are falling The front line of the battle is hottest Your duties calling I demand to know who's responsible? They don't give a damn no
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They'll cut your hearts out And I'm not joking Turn no blind eye brothers be willing Yeh the front line of the battle is hottest Your duties calling
Compositor: David Robert Hinds (David Hinds) ECAD: Obra #10809575