Hey, Mr. Politician

You say that it is time to fight this holy war

But I don't need no television

To see one is raging out my back door

When I saw those towers tumble

You know I got down on my knees and prayed

But when you're living this jungle

You see sons and daughters dying every day

Cain is rising on that horizon

Cain is rising on that horizon

You know the men they took my husband

And left him bleeding in a cold, stone cell

And from a fifteen story window

My little sister's baby daughter fell

And then you have the nerve to tell me

Just how and when my tears should fall

Hey mister, it's a wonder

It's a wonder, I can shed them, tears at all

Cain is rising on that horizon

Cain is rising on that horizon

They say this land has got its freedom

Say this land has got its liberty

But for the few to have their kingdom

All the rest must live in poverty

Some say we had it coming

Say its chickens coming home to roost

And though I don't believe in fighting

I know some people just got nothing left to lose

Cain is rising on that horizon

Cain is rising on that horizon