Elton John - Cry To Heaven

I found a black bere' on the street today

It was lying in the gutter all torn.
There's a white flag flying on a tall building

But the kids just watch the storm.

Their dirty faces pressed on the windows

Shattered glass before their eyes.
There's mad dog barking in a burned out subway

Where the sniper sleeps at night.

No birthday songs to sing again

Just bricks and stones to give them.
Wrap them up in your father's flags

And let me cry to heaven.

No birthday songs to sing again
. . .

There are many graves by a cold lake

As the beds were when your babies are born.
And your rag doll sits with a permanent grin

But the kids just watch the storm.
I saw a black cat tease a white mouse

Until he killed it with his claws.
Seems a lot of countries do the same thing

Before they go to war.

No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
No birthday songs to sing again
. . .
Let them cry to heaven -
Let them cry to heaven -
Let them cry to heaven!