Still fighting
Still dying
In the white hot sand
And we can't let go
Of the old black gold
So comfortable [x2]
Can't see
A star-spangled coffin on TV
So parents won't care who's got the remote control to airborne drones
Kinda makes me feel like bringing the war home
They put the panthers in a pen [x5]
Silenced the weather men
Won't feel the draft again
"˜Cuz the rich kids are always complaining
And there's an army in the ghetto that's waiting
To trade-in hand guns for rifles and grenades
Singing we shall overcome
And get "˜r done
In the white hot sand
Easy to see that it's gone so wrong
Hard to believe that it's still going on
Mad for a minute when there was nothing to find
Mad for a minute, but out of sight"¦ out of mind
So comfortable [x2]
Can't see
The damage done on a suburban street
And people worry more about supply and demand
And so we remain - so we remain
In the white hot sand