The desert heat burns the eastern sand

Fever falls and it starts to take hold

Asphalt blood worth its weight in gold

The battle cries echo through the stones

A thousand men and children far from home

Fighting for them that would not fight

Forsake all concepts of what's wrong and right

History repeats or so prophecies say

Tomorrow's bloodshed are our failures today

No man raising up his hands in protest

To think we thought our government knew best

Painting devils on the eyes of our youth

So many words yet so little in truth

Too much talk but when will you moveIt's at the point where we have little to lose

And they crest the hill so savage and wild

They scorch the land and every woman and child

Through the deserts, they slip into the night

And they die