I make it each day 

With the help of the good Lord

But late night 

I comb the streets 

Looking for a way to feed 



Hell came in the way 

Of a war and a child 

That never returned 

He never returned 



We raise our hands and pray 

Les invisibles 

We hold our heads in shame 

Les invisibles 



And as my weathered hands

Cracked and colored 

With years of pain

Of the brokenhearted 

Frame their plates

Of whiten and gold 

You take no note

Of your warm presenter 

Would you like to know what

I'd done for dinner 

And I've outlived my boy 



Just to serve it to you 

You've waged this war 

The rich wage wars 

The rich take more 



We raise our hands and pray 

Les invisibles 

We hold our heads in shame 

Les invisibles 



We raise our hands and pray 

Les invisibles 

We hold our heads in shame 

Les invisibles 



We raise our hands and pray 

Les invisibles 

We hold our heads in shame 

Les invisibles