Bombs Rain

Bombs rain triggers shout triggers shout
Bombs rain triggers shout triggers shout
Bombs rain triggers shout triggers shout
Bombs rain triggers shout

Bombs rain triggers shout think about that
Bombs rain triggers shout think about that
Bombs rain triggers shout think about that
Bombs rain triggers shout

Bombs rain triggers shout think about that
When you complain given mouth dish’n out crap
Bombs rain triggers shout think about that
When you complain given mouth dish’n out crap

Bombs rain triggers shout don’t hear about screams
Violent scenes leave them hollow and follow in their dreams
Flea’n trauma-tised lives survive a mourner
Prefer to die entire families lye slaughtered
Many boardered a truck kiss for luck and floored it
Noth’n but the clothes on their backs try’n cross boarders


Heads down praying they make it through
Or at least make it quick if caught and they execute
Will the weather bring rain or change for the better
Cling to hope like finger tips of drowning family members
An endless plight cold nights they hold tight
Their whole life they’re told fight yet they’re left defencless
They survive the ride and arrive barely float’n
Many times close to capsize and dying in the ocean
Hope’n for a fresh start their own weight to pull
But we turn them away say’n FUCK OFF WE’RE FULL
Think about that...
Think about that...
Think about that...
Think about that...

Bombs rain triggers shout think about that
When you complain given mouth dish’n out crap
Bombs rain triggers shout think about that
When you complain given mouth dish’n out crap




Bombs have started to rain and the triggers are shouting
Mounting pressure doubting self from the stress and strain
You’ve got three minutes to make your decision
Leave now or face death or torture while imprisioned
It isn’t easy but you’re leaving with what you can
A backpack and whatever else you can carry by hand
You stand in line ground rumbles at your feet
Peek over your shoulder buildings now rubble and sand
Panic sets in get in with your fam
Take off wondering will you see your home land

Ever again, ever again remembering when
Never to mend the tears from a grown man
You survive the ride arrive barely float’n
Many times close to capsize and dying in the ocean
Hope’n for a fresh start your own weight to pull
But they turn you away say’n FUCK OFF WE’RE FULL
Think about that...
Think about that...
Think about that...
Think about that...


Bombs rain triggers shout think about that
When you complain given mouth dish’n out crap
Bombs rain triggers shout think about that
When you complain given mouth dish’n out crap x2

Think about that...
Think about that...
Think about that...
Think about that...