It's on their TV's
Weeping someone's babies
Sweet on USA street
Ancient soldiers sleep tonight
It's on their airwaves
Their burning flag waves
Ten thousand miles away
Matchstick people burning
Ever far away
Some brown people
Mother turns our light into the darkness
Another Country's Young beyond here
Another Country's Young
Pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head
and Another Country's Young is crying
And Another Country's Young is sleeping again
It's in their daydreams
Waking and sleeping
No more silent safety
No more disassociating themselves
no losing or winning
Hearts and minds are sleeping
No chance on USA street
Never get an inch to crawl
Ever far away
Flickering brown people
Mother turns our light into their darkness
Another Country's Young beyond here
Another Country's Young
Pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head
And Another Country's Young is crying
And Another Country's Young is weeping again
No chance on USA street
Easter Parade families
At the airport waiting
America's green junkies return
It's on their TV's
The mud people died today
But, we forgot them anyway
On someone else's time
Ever far away
The distance tears apart illumination
And screams out into darkness
Another Country's Young
Another Country's Young
Is bleeding again
