Sand In My Pocket

Sand in my pocket, sand in my shoe.

Guns, tanks, and rockets,

And I’m miles and miles from you.

Hello, New World Order,

Goodbye, Red, white, and blue.



Here come the missiles

C’mon, Bobby, duck yo’ head.

Thousands of missiles

We’re dodgin’ bombs and duckin’ lead.

It’s the New World Order,

Where you’re either Red or dead.



(Instrumental solos)



(Chorus)

Why are we fighting, what are we fighting for?

Two crazy madmen, starting the next world war.

Why are we sending lambs to the slaughter,

Lambs to their death over some piece of earth, and

How many girls, and how many boys is it worth?



Sand in my nightmares, sand in my dreams,

In the New World Order, there ain’t nothin’ as it seems.

Blood and guts, guns and mortars,

Feel the terror, hear the screams.



Goodbye, Constitution, goin’ to do things some new way.

New World Order, Brave New World’s here to stay.

Hello, United Nations, goodbye, U. S. of A.



(“B” solo, last line sung)

How many girls, and how many boys is it worth?
Sandstorms are blowing, comin’ this way.
Tanks in the sandstorm, and they’re headed my way.

Hunkered down in this sandhole, is it night or is it day?



Sweet, holy Jesus, Lord, be with me today.

I’m comin’ to you, Jesus. I know you’re the only way.

There’s my blood on the sand dune,

As my life just pours away.



(Chorus)

Why are we fighting, what are we fighting for?

Two crazy madmen, starting the next world war.

Why are we sending lambs to the slaughter,

Lambs to their death over some piece of earth, and

How many girls, and how many boys is it worth?