Who’ll Raise the Sun

In the heart of the Urals
There’s a little old town
Filled with little old people
Always bustling around
In their little old factories
Proud of what they produce

It’s really not so bad punching 60 hours a week
It puts meat on the table in an otherwise bleak
Dark situation

They’ll tell you their baby was born in heaven
And they sell by the crates their AK-47

Who’ll raise the Sun (3x)

It’s a genius of mechanisms that anyone can use
Ya, even a kid and if you’re at the other end you lose
It’s the ultimate equalizer in an unfair world

In this land of turmoil, not so far away
There’s a little old boy, ya he’s a soldier today
He’s learned only one lesson

That people respect you when you’re holding this gun
And even the angels go on the run

Who’ll raise the Sun (3x)

(Instrumental)

A mindless solution to our hatred and fear
We’ve lost a connection this much is clear

Who’ll raise the Sun (3x)

John Andrew
March 2012