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    "Mirrors" Lyrics

    Eric Bogle

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    Children are born with trust in their eyes
    it's the first thing that we betray
    Children are born believing in magic
    it's the first thing we take away
    Fill them with doubt instead of magic
    and fear instead of trust
    And after awhile, they're just like us

    On this earth there is a city
    in a rich green pleasant country
    Where they kill their children
    the children of the streets
    Free enterprise extermination
    why waste rehabilitation?
    a bullet is forever
    It's so final quick and cheap

    And the despots all wear policemen's badges
    Kill to supplement their wages
    Earn their bloody bounty
    with the gun and the club and knife
    While profit-concious businessmen
    Upright solid citizens
    Pay them a cew cruzeiros
    for every murdered street kids life

    (But they're children!)
    They're garbage on the streets
    (Oh the children!)
    They're beggars, whores and theives
    (Oh pity the children!)
    Cry pity if you will,
    There's none on the streets
    of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil

    To bless this piece of paradise
    High on a hill stands Jesus Christ
    Gazing down with sightless eyes
    at the daily blasphemy
    A mocking marble coontradiction
    arms spread wide in benediction
    Suffer the little children,
    suffer them to come to me

    And the despots cry "amen, amen"
    while they bow their knees to Bethlehem
    They spit in the face of humankind
    Turn our dreams to worthless dust
    And the future, as it's always done,
    stares down the barrel of a gun
    Which once more begs the question,
    When will the despots come for us?

    (But they're children!)
    Have you seen their eyes?
    (Oh the children!)
    Hard and wary and street-wise
    (Oh pity the children!)
    There are no children here
    Only old eyes full of hunger
    and hate and hopeless fear

    (But they're children!)
    Abandoned and forsaken
    (Oh the children!)
    Useless human flotsam
    (Oh pity the children!)
    And pity us as well
    For in our childrens' eyes
    We see mirrors of ourselves
    This song was submitted on July 18th, 2007 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS.
    Written by Eric Bogle.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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