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Turn the channel! Turn it off! Smash the picture tube And pull the plug! I don't want to watch this anymore If I can't make it better Soldiers stepping over him Just to save their own skin A place to run, a place to hide While the blood pours from his side And I can't make it better Oh, the helpless ones Truly helpless Stop the film. Stop the bleeding Pick him up. Brush away the sand And take him to the Father And place him in His hand If I could do it all myself, you know I would You know how hard I've tried Still, the blood pours from his side And I can't make it better Clear the stage. Clear a pathway Letras de cancionesGive him air. Give him time to heal Let him sing his mournful song As little ones will do I remember every night sitting in the crowd But oh, the theater's empty now Still the scene plays on before me Will someone tell me how? From Letras Mania