i saw judas iscariot, with a bottle of wine
talkin suicide with an old friend of mine
they gathered a crowd down at the end of the tracks
and a woman cried out when is god comin` back?
and they pretended not to notice
they came down hard on the weak
causing war and starvation, refusing
to let them speak
for every mountain i climb
for every river that winds
for every wind that will blow
i will send out my prayers
for the children below
i saw crazy horse walkin` alone in the dark
on the streets paved in blood
on his broken heart
he never dreamed it would turn out like this
they pretend that they just don`t see
they are blinded in their own mediocrity
they got their trophies and their cars
and their houses on the hill
and they don`t really care
that their wars are a killin` me
for every child that follows the dream
with ten thousand angels they`ll fly
no one will force them to run
they will stand up and fight
till the battle is won