He showed up on a Saturday and shot the windows down
He just came in from the wild He was nothing but a child
The bullets hit a beating heart of curiosity
and every heart just lost a beat a beat in sympathy
Fuel to the fire, Salt in the wound
We face a sad sad Sunday It's a stormy afternoon
Oh it's fuel to the fire Situation's getting worse
Someone's gotta give but who will be the first
We got to be the first
We called upon the world to see our suffering and cries
We were up against the wall Yes, we felt up against the wall
His bullets hit the spoken word and words exploded soon
created mass hysteria just like in a cartoon
A single shadow in the night can torch a thousand lights
He was nothing but a child He just came in from the wild
The bullets hit the peoples heart with hate and bigotry
But forever our hearts will beat for love, for liberty