Let It Ride

A little child is cryin´, the mother is confused
she wonders if it´s dying, - if it´s born to loose
So why survive the hunger, and a life of pain -
ain´t it better to die younger, with just a
dreaming brain?!
- `Cause soon the child can understand
the way he´s gonna live
he´s holding nothing in his hand
he ain´t got nothing to give -
He must watch his brothers die,
when he can´t do a thing
Well it´s always fare too late to cry,
It´s like a broken string
- but at last, my friends,
the day is here when the pain will shout
loud as hell right in your ears,
to make your brain fall out
You made them work, you took their bread
you bought yourself some peace!
but soon you´ll wish that you were dead,
- this storm is not a breeze!!
Let it ride, let it ride, let it ride
let it clean up the world - let it ride
let it ride!!

[Text & Musik: Py Bäckman]