Red Stripes

Red Stripes

Blood on the sails

Blood on the wind

Nobody knows how lonely it’s been

Blood on the chains

Blood on the sane

Turn their black hearts into gold coins

Nobody knows how it’s been

Blood on the sales

Blood on the price

Blood on the men all covered in lice

Smiles make it nice

Red stripes on ours flags and backs

Always red, always bright

No more stars to hide behind

The stains block them out

Blood on the fathers

Blood on the daughters

Who become mothers with screams in the night

Blood at the sight

Blood in the trees

Blood on my knees

As I fall down begging God to somehow mercy me

The leaves bleed

On you and me

Maybe someday something new will grow, until then there’ll be

Red stripes on ours flags and backs

Always red, always bright

No more stars to hide behind

The stains block them out

Blood on the sails