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Find yourself in the gutter in a lonely part of town |
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where death waits in the darkness with a weapon to cut some stranger down |
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sleeping with an empty bottle, he's a sad and an empty hearted man |
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all he needs is a job, and a little respect, so he can get out while he can |
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We always need to hear both sides of the story |
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A neighbourhood peace is shattered it's the middle of the night |
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young faces hide in the shadows, while they watch their mother and father fight |
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he says she's been unfaithful, she says her love for him has gone |
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and the brother shrugs to his sister and says "looks like it's just us from now on" |
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We always need to hear both sides of the story |
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And the lights are all on, the world is watching now |
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people looking for truth, we must not fail them now |
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be sure, before we close our eyes |
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don't walk away from here |
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'til you hear both sides |
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Here we are all gathered in what seems to be the centre of the storm |
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neighbours once friendly now stand each side of the line that has been drawn |
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they've been fighting here for years, but now there's killing on the streets |
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while small coffins are lined up sadly, now united in defeat |
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We always need to hear both sides of the story |
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And the lights are all on, the world is watching now |
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people looking for truth, we must not fail them now |
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be sure, before we close our eyes |
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don't walk away from here |
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'til you see both sides |
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White man turns the corner, finds himself within a different world |
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ghetto kid grabs his shoulder, throws him up against the wall |
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he says "would you respect me if I didn't have this gun |
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'cos without it, I don't get it, and that's why I carry one" |
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We always need to hear both sides of the story |
