Another Country's Young - The Gun Club

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