The Photograph
Don't look at this photograph
It's just a little kid
Me... I'm the one with the glass of wine
Him...he's the one without a smile
Now that they are all gone and everything's done
And the raindrops are beating like drums against my window
I only wait for the rain to wash away my pain
And the chalk sign of the life they carried away...
You of the law, you scream "go away just go away!
There's nothing to be seen, nothing to be understood"
I think you're wrong, my boy was only thirteen
Tell me why does nobody care, tell me why does nobody see
And right and wrong seem so for away
Look at this photograph he was just a little child
I'm the one with the drunken eyes
He's the one without a smile
Games of fate and real arms
Games of real fears
I never taught him who has won
I hadn't time for his tears
Look at this photograph
He was just a little child
I'm the one with the drunken eyes
He's the one without a smile
He didn't know how to live a life outside this deadly game
In a home of troubles he was playing when destiny came
Games of fate and real arms
Games of real fears
I never taught him who had won
I hadn't time for his tears
Raindrops disappeared and chalk sign's washed away
Hey officer, don't you feel sick today? But why?
It's my son who's dead not yours and maybe I'm guilty
But if you justify injustice
What do I represent towards my son
When right and wrong seem so far away
Look at this photograph he was just a little child
I'm the one with the drunken eyes
He's the one without a smile
He didn't know how to live a life outside this deadly game
In a home of troubles he was playing when destiny came
Look at this photograph he was just a little child
I'm the one with the drunken eyes
He's the one without a smile
Lookin' at photographs
Gazin' at photographs
And the winner is the false mask of publicity
And the winner is the violent music and the torture of drums
And the winner is the power of money and the blood money...
Hey you, who're famous
Please sign this photograph