There is no Christmas
Just a kneeling in the sand
Over in the distance
There’s phrases of demand

Show us a reason for your peace of mind
Show us a reason to smile
Cause maybe the past is repeating
In front of our eyes
It’s out of sight and it’s out of time
There’s a desert of men with pockets of pride
And they’re ready to fight

There are no faces on the women in this place
They’re just rolling bandages
For the boys with a job to face

There is no Christmas
They’re just bleeding in the sand
Send your brother home today
In a green plastic bag