I recorded a new version to go with the video.
Originally from the album Raw.
with pepper spray, CS gas and stun grenades in fists
armored men in black confront those fools who will resist
batons at the ready, helmets on their heads
step by step, marching toward those who will soon be dead
angry women, their children too,
doctors and priests, me and you
is there something we can do?
when nothing’s sacred anymore
with automatic rifles, dressed up in camouflage
impervious to reason, their lives a persiflage
wannabes and veterans linked by rusty chains of hate
thirsty for blood which will feed the dying state
black balaclavas surround their eyes
heads full of putrid rotten lies
is there somewhere we can hide?
when nothing’s sacred anymore
enforcers who wear acronyms steal little kids from schools
break into homes and churches cause they’re following the rules!
rules made by rich men who own the politicians
in empires of old they were called the patricians
they still own slaves, and kill at will
money gives ’em power, power gives ’em a thrill
will they ever get their fill?
when nothing’s sacred anymore
when nothing’s sacred anymore
we dare not whisper names or ten lawyers will pounce
the pound of flesh demanded is weighed out ounce per ounce
judges in black silk lead the inquisition
secure because they know they have a lifetime position
the punishments never fit the crimes
private prisons are the new gold mines
where’s the reason? where’s the rhyme?
when nothing’s sacred anymore
no burden of morality holds zealots to account
empathy cannot be found, not even in a trace amount
denial builds a wall logic cannot penetrate
so genocides and holocausts are easy to perpetrate
fill the stadiums, fill the camps
fill mass graves with tramps and scamps
in this night, who’ll light the lamps?
when nothing’s sacred anymore
where’s the reason? where’s the rhyme?
will they ever pay for their crimes?
when nothing’s sacred anymore
is there something we can do?
are you with the red, the white or the blue?
is there somewhere we can hide?
will we ever turn the tide?
when nothing’s sacred anymore
when nothing’s
sacred anymore
