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
