There is no Christmas Just a kneeling in the sand Over in the distance There?s phrases of demand
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 And they?re ready to fight
There are no faces on the women in this place They?re just rolling bandages For the boys with a job to face
There is no Christmas They?re just bleeding in the sand Send your brother home today In a green plastic bag