People die and the world keeps turning. In Mississippi there's a cross that's still burning. The DRC and genocide, the father, the son and all the fears that we hide. There's a thousand reasons we should have dropped our weapons and probably walked away and left. And I don't believe in "Drop the bomb and let god just do the rest" we left. I don't know! What are we here for? A bomb drops and the world keeps turning. In Mississippi there's a fire still burning. The DRC and genocide, the father, the son and I guess that's why I'm drinking to run from the end. I'm drinking to hide from the end!