Here we are in the sweet hereafter
No more tears, no more tears of laughter
Just the purest form of sorrow
Hoping that tomorrow
Won’t dawn so grey
As today

Broken hearts, broken hearts and broken bones
Fetch his charts; doesn’t matter no one’s home
Just the empty shell of a man
Who lived and died upon the land
That they took away
Hey, hey, hey

Bombs and guns
Fathers daughters mothers sons
Torn apart
Limb from limb and heart from heart
Oppressed turned oppressor
Zionist aggressors
Force them away

So they strive
For peace work freedom and bread
But they’re not alive
They’re just un-dead
Settlements built
On Arab bones and western guilt
Palestine
Don’t put down your guns this time

Here we are in the sweet hereafter
No more tears, no more tears of laughter
Just the purest form of sorrow
Hoping that tomorrow
Won’t dawn so grey