Thousand Oaks

Nobody's gonna to fix her now
Oh, but it's a world full of trouble

An American massacre

In Southern California

But we're reasoning with messengers

Who talk about the weather

When it's just another nightmare

A slaughter of the children

With the wolves out there
And the bleeding hearts
And the long blank stares
And the open mouths
She had her last shirt on
Now all stained with blood
With nowhere to run
And you sit and wonder whether anything could be done

And I could climb a mountain
Oh, but what am I gonna find there?

When nothing comes from nothing

With every man an island

And we're reasoning with messengers

Who try to pass for grown men

They're coming up empty

They're sending you their thoughts and prayers

With the wolves out there
And the bleeding hearts
And the long blank stares
And the open mouths
She had her last shirt on
Now all stained with blood
With nowhere to run
And you sit and wonder whether anything could be done



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander John Ounsworth
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