Lyrics:

Paid for by my grandfather the original gunners dreamI was taking life for granted though I was born to dieIt's been a long time since a bomb dropped from the expansive Norfolk skyI was listening to the radio and the talk was all of warFreed themselves from Tito settling old scoresI was far from Sarejevo it seemed irrelevant to meIf it was U.N. troops or diplomats that had to interveneWe are impotent in our power do we dare to fight againMust we always kill for freedom what will intervention gain?It's a symptom of repression and a people held at bayNo freedom of expression waiting for this dayIf we impose our standards on a people newly freedWe will be the opressors and the curse of war will breed onDon't let it breed onDon't let it breed onBut her cries went right through meGripped my heart till I thought that I would dieThat little child on the operating tableI had to stop to wipe the tears from my eyesThey had no drugs to comfort her to dull away the painAs they removed the bloody legacy a cruel shrapnel rainThat had destroyed the lives of the ones she lovedThat would shake your faith in the Lord aboveAnd the eyes of the world they are turning awayShe had no natural resources to protect her in her playAnd the backstreets of her home townthey are burning down in flamesShe is part of a new crystal nacht an ethnic cleansing dayWe are ignorant we are partisanWe are ignorant we are partisan
Threshold Intervention