Young gulls investigate the mess you leave behind
Peckish cries and laughter of the frightful flying kind
And you may feel you found a way to make your mark today
But honestly and sad, eye for eye leaves you blind
Talking to the tyrant in a bid to end the slaughter
Only means your beans are floating dead in the water
The desert here, the desert there, the desert far away
Will remain a killing ground no matter what you say
If you are living, live; if you receive, then give
Just never throw to dogs what you can’t afford to miss
Humanity, your sanity, the opportunity in this
Your chance to make the world unwind
Do us all a favour, smoke the Janjaweed
Better than to let it grow and let the people bleed
Unless that’s what you savour of because that’s how you love
because that’s how you love
If you are living, live; if you receive, then give
Just never throw to dogs what you can’t afford to miss
Do yourself a favour, smoke the Janjaweed
Better than to let them roam and make the people bleed
Unless that’s what you savour of because that’s how you love
because that’s how you love
you love
Now don’t look so surprised while there’s a drone above.