Words & Music by Ala Ghawas

Yesterday I killed a man named solider

I cutoff his throat and buried his gun

Today that buried gun came to seed

A grey tree fruiting bullets and bombs

My daughters and the grey tree are growing under the same sun

Oh God, what have my hands done?

Another man called solider came back from the dead

He broke my bones and dug a grave for two

And while my soul was departing my guilty body 

I’ve realized that my name was soldier too

Our grave is honored for the souls we slaughtered

Though the sand on top is wholly covered with

Red cash and blue blood with faces in the mud

Red cash and blue blood and hatred scars

Now I’m looking at this gory place from the sky above

I’m a dead soldier and I’m still on the run

Cupids and devils are indifferent here

They don’t care what we’ve lost or what we’ve won

The maps to heaven are lost and scattered 

And the holy books in God’s kingdom are completely colored with

Red cash and blue blood with faces in the mud

Red cash and blue blood and hatred scars

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