Syria

Nails and bombs and dying son, daughter is nearly three
Give a man my coin, take a boat with my family
I’ve heard all about the sunshine, but all I see is rain, rain, rain
Raining bombs upon our home cannot return again

What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do.
When everything’s been taken from you
What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do.
Nails and bombs and a dying son, what’s a man to do.

I know nothing about the ocean, I’ve been reared a farming man
Head up above the water until your feet hit the sand
We’re floating in the darkness, now they are talking about tides, tides, tides
I’ve got everything to lose my wife and children by my side

What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do.
When everything has been taken from you
What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do.
Nails and bombs and a dying son, what’s a man to do.

Life’s my God given right, God damn this holy war
Don’t know who they are fighting against, don’t know who they are fighting for
I spend my time praying to God, praying for peace, peace, peace
What’s the use of praying to God if my God ain’t hearing me

What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do.
When everything has been taken from you
What’s a man to do, what’s a man to do.
Nails and bombs and a dying son, what’s a man to do.

Pray, pray, pray….