Lyrics:

It's on their TV's
Weeping someone's babies
Sweet on USA street
Ancient soldiers sleep tonight

It's on their airwaves
Their burning flag waves
Ten thousand miles away
Matchstick people burning

Ever far away
Some brown people
Mother turns our light into the darkness

Another Country's Young beyond here
Another Country's Young
Pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head

And Another Country's Young is crying
And Another Country's Young is sleeping again

It's in their daydreams
Waking and sleeping
No more silent safety
No more disassociating themselves

No losing or winning
Hearts and minds are sleeping
No chance on USA street
Never get an inch to crawl

Ever far away
Flickering brown people
Mother turns our light into their darkness

Another Country's Young beyond here
Another Country's Young
Pardon our charity, we want to kick our ideas to your head

And Another Country's Young is crying
And Another Country's Young is weeping again

No chance on USA street
Easter Parade families
At the airport waiting
America's green junkies return

It's on their TV's
The mud people died today
But, we forgot them anyway
On someone else's time

Ever far away
The distance tears apart illumination
And screams out into darkness

Another Country's Young
Another Country's Young
Is bleeding again