Noon Day
You know a soldier aint afraid to die,
But you know a soldier
I know a good man feels bad when he lies,
But I don’t know a good man
Because he lies
Go throw your hands up for a reason!
Hey now Sarah, I don’t care no more,Their eyes are closed
They walk in darkness in the noon day sun
Half my pride and all my hearts been buried in this tomb
Locked in darkness in the noon day sun
The backbone of a leader gets softer when he cries
Give me that backbone
Throw your hands up for a reason
Beg forgiveness for your treasons
Throw your hands up for a reason
Kill young minds with old diseases
Wise man.