Paroles de Pockets Of Pride

There is no Christmas Just a bleeding in the sand Over in the distance There's phrases of demand Chorus: Show us a reason for your peace of mind Show us a reason to smile Cause maybe the past is repeating In front of our eyes It's out of sight and it's out of time There's a desert of men with pockets of pride Ready to fight There are no faces on the women in this place They're rolling bandages For the boys with a job to face There is no Christmas Just a bleeding in the sand Send your brother home today In a green plastic bag