Sad Sunday

He showed up on a Saturday and shot the windows down He just came in from the wild He was nothing but a child The bullets hit a beating heart of curiosity and every heart just lost a beat a beat in sympathy Fuel to the fire, Salt in the wound We face a sad sad Sunday It's a stormy afternoon Oh it's fuel to the fire Situation's getting worse Someone's gotta give but who will be the first We got to be the first We called upon the world to see our suffering and cries We were up against the wall Yes, we felt up against the wall His bullets hit the spoken word and words exploded soon created mass hysteria just like in a cartoon A single shadow in the night can torch a thousand lights He was nothing but a child He just came in from the wild The bullets hit the peoples heart with hate and bigotry But forever our hearts will beat for love, for liberty