Did we ask for trouble
When we asked for breath
A silent witness put to the test
In a frozen moment
An offering made
Foreign rumors live to this day
Sing oh... yeah
Do you feel protected
Inside white walls
A world neglected heads for a fall
A fate suspended
Each day is a gift
A world offended - God, what is this
[Chorus]
He says, "We'll walk in the front door
And proudly raise our heads"
I say man you must be joking
Our hands are covered in blood red
You've got a way that's easy
The territory's marked
Hurl us backwards - back to the start
A cool deception
A gifted tongue
Nations falling down, down, down
[Chorus]
He says, "We'll walk in the front door
And proudly raise our heads"
I say you must be foolin'
Our hands are covered in blood red
I see you standing
Beneath the tree
Your hands uplifted, on bended knee
In a fateful hour
You hear another voice
I must remember what was my choice
He says, "I am the one
The one for you."
A look in your eyes can tell me
What to do
I feel ecstatic
I feel transformed
More than conquered down to the bone
[Chorus]
He says, "We'll walk in right through heaven's door
And proudly raise our heads"
I say man you must be dreaming
Our hands are covered blood red
They're covered blood red
Blood Red (America) was written by Michael Been.
Blood Red (America) was produced by The Call & Michael Been.