Blood on Your Hands

You were always selling your gas and gasoline
You were always telling 'I am just so little'
Didn't look further then you ever wanted, selling your gas, don't care about the rest
But now some guys have come along, they cut your hoses, and sprayed your pumps
They've put sugar in your tanks, and sprayed the 'why' on your walls
So open up your eyes, you've got blood on your hands
Apartheid doesn't exist without the supply of oil
We won't give you a second chance, because you've got blood on your hands
Have you ever noticed that your car runs on blood or were you too blind to see
You are the one that can close tap, and stop the blood from being shed
You are calling them criminals, because they've brought the war to your front door
But maybe you will think of all the kids rotting in South-african jails
Now some of the militants they are in jail and the DA's name is Mr.White
Like in South-africa the DA's name is
You - you've got blood on your hands
You - who support apartheid
You - you, you and all your kind



Credits
Writer(s): Lesley Teresa Roy, Erik Belz, Daniel Schwartz
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