I look at dead refugees, all I see is you
I look at starving children and all I see is you
I hear of Paris burning, another fiery sermon
No matter where I look it's you
Just another protest song
Just another song
I step into gas chambers all I smell are fumes
Fifthy thousand men die for just ten men in a room
I see a mother birthing, I wonder is it worth it
For a world that is just doomed
Just another protest song
Just another, why can't we get along?
Just another protest song
Just another song