don’t shoot

we were marching in the forest to the town
i couldn’t stop though my lungs were aching
i left my girl home with her mother
i took up arms beside my lover

don’t shoot don’t shoot
i’m someone i’m worth something
don’t shoot don’t shoot
i’m coming out, my hands are up

i shot a man straight through the head
i was surprised at the hole that it left
but there was no-one else there willing to do it
and the ground opened up like his face

don’t shoot don’t shoot
you can poison all the roots
don’t shoot don’t shoot
but you can never change the season

well you handcuffed me and you beat me and you burnt me
you gave me my last cigarette
you know i’d rather die on my feet
than live crawling on my knees

so just shoot just shoot
you’ll have your little friends in high places
just shoot just shoot
you’ll have your picture taken with politicians
shoot shoot
if it’ll make you feel better
shoot shoot
you know i’ll wish you all the best

we are facing harsh realities
we face harsh realities

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