I look at dead refugees, all I see is you I look at starving children and all I see is you I hear of Paris burning, another fiery sermon No matter where I look it's you Just another protest song Just another song I step into gas chambers all I smell are fumes Fifthy thousand men die for just ten men in a room I see a mother birthing, I wonder is it worth it For a world that is just doomed Just another protest song Just another, why can't we get along? Just another protest song Just another song