Not a soul saw him lieing there
Lieing here lieing there lieing everywhere
Tree uprooting
Every hair burns
And every bank looted
Every shot dear
She cries: who shot my baby?
Everything was being shot to bits
Even self protection slips away
Slips away
Not a soul saw him lieing there
Pearls galore and gems
Before a slim time
Free uprooting every strand frays
Every particle every bruise on display
She cries: who took my baby?
Everybody was being shot to bits
Even self protection slips away
Slips away
Everybody was being shot to bits
Even self protection slips away
Slips away
Who shot my baby?
Who shot my baby?
Everybody was being shot to bits
Even self protection slips away
Slips away
Who took my baby?
Who took my baby?
Who shot my baby?
Who shot my baby?
