Blood on Your Hands

Tell us a story Make it good, make it gripping, don't compromise Put something before me You can smother the truth with a cushion lies If you take the low road Feeding their appetite for reasons to despise It'll come home to roost You'll look down and realise There's blood on your hands When misled fans Go out and act upon your messages of hate A public defender Your guise as you play your audience And push your agenda A rhetoric of intolerance Does it mean anything? Those lives you help to devastate When your shift's over You scrub at the guilt but it's too late 'Cause there's blood on your hands When misled fans Go out and act upon your messages of hate You provide the spades Watch them dig their own graves As you walk away, away, away, away now The tide has turned, now you're so concerned What's done is done You're not fooling anyone Blood is on your hands Your misled fans Went out and acted on your messages of hate You provided spades Watched them dig their own graves Then you walked away