Hordes of angry voices rise in unison
Scores of savage human cries assault the brain
All aboard it’s the very last trance
Just the routine chants for the one who’s trying to make it to America {?}
They hear loud and clear
Fearful, hateful cries that are coming from Arabia
It’s a mania
We don’t care, we don’t care anymore
We don’t care, we don’t care anymore
Abuses are hurled and vengeance spewed
In bored disdain
Such creatures stalk the backs of our armchairs out and once again {?}
Hurl us into violence
Big Ben, news at 10
Mounting tension viewed from the safety of the living room
Living tomb
Not so far away, all packed tight with a life of television
It’s night or day
Ahh, doesn’t matter anyway
We don’t care, we don’t care anymore
We don’t care, we don’t care anymore
Brother can’t you help us out?
Come on, tell us how you climb so high
Sister can’t you help us out?
Come on, teach us how to touch the sky
Such dreams are all we have
But I’m thinking
There’s always hope that someone’s there to pick up the pieces
Come on brothers help us out
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Arabs and Iranians
So swift to search for a savior
Russians and Americans
Too proud to beg you for favors
Such dreams are all we have
But I’m thinking
There’s always hope that someone’s left to pick up survivors
Come on brothers help us out
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on sister help us out
Come on, come on
Arabs and Iranians
So swift to search for a savior
Russians and Americans
Too proud to beg you for favors
Catholics and Anglicans
So swift to search for a savior
I’m just h#mosapien
Pay the bill for their failure
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The Sun and The Moon Lyrics – Arabs And Americans