Album: Live
Thirty eight dead when the cops
bashed heads in Johannesburg today,
And the bombs go off in Hamburg
and in Libya and Bombay,
Well there's war in the streets at home
and you can see it on your TV screen,
And everybody's asking their own god,
well my god, what does it mean?
and I can't predict the future, but I can see what's come before,
I can't predict the future, I can only see what's come before,
Between East Berlin and West Berlin
they built a wall with a barbed wire top,
And everybody here has to live in fear
of the day when the bomb will drop,
Well there's one world and it's big enough for all,
but the blues and reds they had to build a wall,
And no one can live in peace until the stones all fall
I can't predict the future, but I can see what's come before,
I can't predict the future, I can only see what's come before,
And as the sun comes up in the Eastern sky,
more of God's children are bound to die,
And as the sun goes down, in the West,
the blood of the rest on the hands of you and
I can't predict the future, but I can see what's come before,
I can't predict the future, I can only see what's come before