Let Them Bleed

See them walking around without hands or feet, See them lighting fire in the street See them running from pillar to post See them walking around with lots of doubt See them coming around the bend gossiping about the fallen head Let them bleed until their blood run in the street Let them bleed until they feel the heat Let them bleed until dead bodies filled the street Let them bleed from corner to post, Let them bleed until they get the full dose, See them walking around dressed like demons without a heartbeat They filled the place with stagnant blood And pollute the air with ruthless fear They are strolling up and down market street, with blood draining underneath their feet. The evening is spitting out a burning heat And the message is incomplete Let them bleed on the cold concrete Let them bleed when they open their mouth to speak Let them bleed in the middle of the night Let them bleed when they put up a fight. Let the bleed in the park Let them bleed when it is dark, Let them bleed when the sun goes down, Let them bleed when they are having fun Red bag, red frock, red shirt, red pants rolling in the dirt, Red bucket hanging on fence, red objects hanging around the place The red obsession is going to cut off their blasted head They descend in the park in red gown looking at me with a terrible frown Let them bleed in the churches Let them bleed in the country clubs let them bleed in their long gowns Let them when they dress like clown They irritate, antagonize and call it fun, They sit under the dead tree drinking white rum They occupy the private places with red stripe beer And a secret gun under firing in their pants Let them bleed for their foolish pride Let them bleed at mid-night. Their organizer is on the ground He must bleed his way out of the throne Let them bleed for telling a lie Let them bleed for scamming in the street Let them bleed for counterfeit Let them bleed