We were locked away
Made to stay indoors
Told to avert our eyes, to stay inside
To just try to ignore what happened
Outside
As people died
But what's it matter? They were poor
All the good people survived
And then I cried
It's not as though I think people weren't willing to take a stand
It's that I think people were scared that they'd be taken by the man
And they'd be questioned and interrogated, told that they did wrong
And rather than just forget about it, I chose to write this song
Ah ah ah
We were kept outside
We were left to die
And when we went to ask for reasons
Well, they never told us why
And then I writhed
Writhed in my bed
For my lungs, they couldn't contain air
My face was turning red
And now I'm dead
It's not as though I think people weren't willing to take a stand
It's that I think people were scared that they'd be taken by the man
And they'd be questioned and interrogated, told that they did wrong
And rather than just forget about it, I chose to write this song
It's not as though I think people weren't willing to take a stand
It's that I think people were scared that they'd be taken by the man
And they'd be questioned and interrogated, told that they did wrong
And rather than just forget about it, I chose to write this song
Ah ah ah