Lyrics Blood on the Sand - Thrice
We
wave
our
flags,
we
swallow
fear
like
medicine
We
kiss
the
hands
of
profiteers
and
their
congressmen
But
I've
seen
too
much
(of
this
fear
and
hate)
I've
had
enough
(and
I'm
not
afraid)
To
raise
a
shout,
to
make
it
clear
— this
has
to
end
There's
blood
on
the
sand,
there's
blood
in
the
street
And
there's
a
gun
in
my
hand,
or
there
might
as
well
be
And
I'm
sick
of
it
— I'm
so
sick
of
this
We
panic
at
the
sight
of
different
colored
skin
And
we've
got
a
plan
to
justify
each
mess
we're
in
But
I've
seen
too
much
(of
this
fear
and
hate)
I've
had
enough
(and
I'm
not
afraid)
To
take
a
stand,
to
make
it
right
— this
has
to
end
There's
blood
on
the
sand,
there's
blood
in
the
street
And
there's
a
gun
in
my
hand,
or
there
might
as
well
be
And
I'm
sick
of
it
— I'm
so
sick
of
this
Fear
will
kill
your
mind
and
steal
your
love
as
sure
as
anything
Fear
will
rob
you
blind
and
make
you
numb
to
other's
suffering
And
I've
felt
it's
touch
too
many
times
and
I've
had
enough
I've
had
enough
There's
blood
on
the
sand,
there's
blood
in
the
street
And
there's
a
gun
in
your
hand,
or
there
might
as
well
be
Are
you
sick
of
it?
— I'm
so
sick
of
this
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1 Hurricane
2 Blood on the Sand
3 The Window
4 Wake Up
5 The Long Defeat
6 Seneca
7 Black Honey
8 Stay with Me
9 Death from Above
10 Whistleblower
11 Salt and Shadow
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