Do you hear people sing
Like canaries in a cold mine
Used to say they persecute christian for being
But now they’re killing those who are Christ like
A fair skinned man, with dirty feet
A slow walk from a grave
Do you hear the people sing
Over the pharisees hate
A dark skinned man, not with a sword
But a thing of killing in his hands
Loved nothing more than the sick and poor
Not a king, not a ruler of his plans
Do you hear the people sing,
Over a man made famine empty hands
We have the wealth to heal the sick
But we sing as they gas our lands













