Hey, Mr. Politician You say that it is time to fight this holy war But I don't need no television To see one is raging out my back door
When I saw those towers tumble You know I got down on my knees and prayed But when you're living this jungle You see sons and daughters dying every day
Cain is rising on that horizon Cain is rising on that horizon
You know the men they took my husband And left him bleeding in a cold, stone cell And from a fifteen story window My little sister's baby daughter fell
And then you have the nerve to tell me Just how and when my tears should fall Hey mister, it's a wonder It's a wonder, I can shed them, tears at all
Cain is rising on that horizon Cain is rising on that horizon
They say this land has got its freedom Say this land has got its liberty But for the few to have their kingdom All the rest must live in poverty
Some say we had it coming Say its chickens coming home to roost And though I don't believe in fighting I know some people just got nothing left to lose
Cain is rising on that horizon Cain is rising on that horizon