Woke up in a foreign land
With the bright lights pointing
At you and your little red hands
Won't say what it's all about
When the lies are turning
Into something out of this world

They say that it don't mean anything
As we sit here counting the cost
It won't change if we don't change everything
On and on and on and on

We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands

I woke up in a foreign land
With the bright lights pointing
At me and my little red hands
We won't find another way
So what's the point in trying
You never heard another word
So spread it around

They say that it don't mean anything
As we sit here counting the cost
It won't change if we don't change everything
On and on and on and on

We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands

We block it out
And [bad word] These days are never ending
We block 'em out
They [bad word] These days are never ending
We block it out
And [bad word] These days are never ending
We block it out
They [bad word] These days are never ending

Never ending

We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands
We're not leaving 'til it's over
We're not leaving until they string you up by your little red hands