The Gun Club - Another Country's Young lyrics

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 disa**ociating 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