It's all over the news
Another roadside suicide
Another hotel too
Another public place, another mother's face
I can't see, I can't look, I can't look
But I'm greedy with my freedom
On our heads, on our heads the blood's flowing
We go without looking, but not knowing
In my hands, in my hands, in my hands
Yeah, your loss is my loss, even without my looking
My looking
Around and around and around
I'm calling it, calling it out
Way past ripe into rotten
Spoil no longer, no longer
It's gotten into the air
Yeah, the smell of death is everywhere
It creeps across the ocean
Like a grease fire
It comes pouring down on the crops and the ground
And all through the town it whispers
The names of the ones who have gone before
By the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war
I can't see, I can't look, I can't look
But I'm greedy with my freedom
It's time we start looking
We start looking
We start looking
Around and around and around
I'm calling it, calling it out
Way past ripe into rotten
Spoil no longer, no longer