Sirens sing until the newspaper brings
The tally of the lost to a city full of kings
I've seen a ghost
You've seen a ghost
We've seen a ghost
We know, we know, but it's no one we know
So we don't
So we don't
So we don't
We don't do a thing until the telephone rings
Another body in the bag, it's the saddest fucking thing
So hard to see when they're down on their knees
All the bodies in the street are invisible to me
And our hands
Yeah our hands
Yeah our hands
Our hands get bloody cause we won't dirty our hands
And the answers
Got no answers
No fucking answers
So we don't do a thing until the telephone rings
Another body in the bag, it's the saddest fucking thing
And the weakest, how they cower
Now they're falling, pushing up flowers
With this sunshine, and these showers
This garden's growing, by the hour
And we teach our kids to turn their backs and look the other way
Baby kissing politicians stand there wishing they just
Had a hand to shake to make it go away