Tzedakah Letra

Subb

Until The Party Ends

Letra de Tzedakah
The victim, the war, the blood on my door...no one wants that...
The guns, the bombs, this pitiful song...
The death, the stone, a cold empty home...
Sickness, disease, the broken families...

What would you do, if things turned out that way?
What would you say if things would never change?
So think of a way, we didn't have to stay the same...
How does it sound? It doesn't sound in sane

A word, a sign, our own peace of mind...that's what we want...
No more disease, a hope for world peace...
A move, a dance, a new fucking chance...
A breath, a sigh, a blue fucking sky...