Rivers Of Blood Lyrics

God damn, this bloodbath is boiling.
And I think it's still warming up.
Secretary of state is at your door.
Telephone speaks: ring ring ring.
It's time to order warriors.
Secretary of state is at your door.
Telephone speaks: ring ring ring.
The river is bloody as blood could be.

The death counts high.
Can't you hear them crying?
Can't you see them trying?
Can't you feel them dying?
(Find a place to hide the ashes.
Who let these people in?
And who let them)

Sing a song child of hope and restoration.
Sing as loud as you can.
Secretary of state is at your door.
Telephone speaks: ring ring ring.
It's time to be a soilder.
Secretary of state is at your door.
Telephone speaks: ring ring ring.
The river is bloody as blood could be.

The death counts high.
Can't you hear them crying?
Can't you see them trying?
Can't you feel them dying?
(Find a place to hide the ashes.
Who let these people in?
And who let them let them let out the vultures?)
Can't you see them circling above,
Waiting for us, waiting for us.
There is nothing to understand.
You have been taken captive.
Fill all the rivers with blood,
Fill up your veins with oil.
The world spins:
It all ends when all the dying are dead.