Stop the war (Reggae with handpan) (1)

Oh, yeah

Woah, oh, oh

Come on

Bullets flying

Dead bodies on the field

People are dying

While politicians hide behind their shield

While a billion bullets are flying

And mothers are crying

And fathers are dying

It's too much to bear

To see that politicians don't fucking care

Stop the war and stop the fight

We are sick of it, you don't have the right

You don't have a clue what the hell you do

Just give it a fucking break

It's our lives

With blood on my face and my hands on the ground

I picked up my gun and heard this holy sound

The sound of surrender

The sound of a war

no one laughed

We all cried

There was no victory cause many friends had died

Stop the war and stop the fight

We are sick of it, you don't have the right

You don't have a clue what the hell you do

Just give it a fucking break

It's our lives

That you take

One more time

One more time

stop the war and stop the fight

We are sick of it, you don't have a right

You don't have a clue what the hell you do

Just give it a fucking break

'Cause it's our lives that you fucking