Mark Seymour & The Undertow - Asylum lyrics

Bodies in the river k**ers in the dark Hiding in the temple They blew the place apart Snipers on the rooftop children in the street playin' in the broken rubble I was dead on my feet Hiding in the basement In the dead of night The tears of my children in the candle light I could be your brother I could be your son Give me asylum You gotta trust somebody You gotta take their hand You gotta face the truth of it You gotta make a stand You gotta live for something You gotta hold your ground You gotta fill the silence When you hear the sound War birds are coming High overhead Screaming in the desert The living and the dead I could be your brother I could be your son Give me asylum I am a stranger in your doorway There are many more to come We are all in this together To every beggar on the run! Run through the mountains Down to the sea Through the valley of the shadow have pity on me! In my time of weakness My time of need Brothers and sisters Too many mouths to feed Gotta make a decision Gonna die or run Looking for the good man When will he come? I could be your brother I could be your son Give me asylum