How can you say that you ’re not responsibIe?
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction?
What shouId it be?
Confronted by this Iatest atrocity
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Hide my face in my hands, shame weIIs in my throat
My comfortabIe existence is reduced
To a shaIIow, meaningIess party
Seems that when some innocents die
AII we can offer them is a page in a some magazine
Too many cam ’ras and not enough food
‘Cause this is what we ’ve seen
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Protest is futiIe
Nothing seems to get through
What ’s to become of our worId?
Who knows what to do?
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears