Wounded Tigers

They wait the sunrise, they pray each day
They’ve seen their futures all fade away
They have their reasons, no one can tame
For wounded tigers are all the same
I feel their sorrow, I sense their rage
No one will change them in that cage

They’ll roam the killing fields and know no shame
For wounded tigers are all the same
You can’t undo what you have done
You’ve no idea what you’ve begun
Based on delusions you’ll stake your claim
You wounded tigers are all the same
Someone has stolen the land of the free
And traded freedom for slavery

We’ll pace our cages in fear and shame
For wounded tigers are all the same
We can’t undo what we have done
Our god is greed father and son
Our lust for glory, fortune and fame
We wounded tigers are all the same