Waco

David, shot down in his doorway, begging for a resolution

Federal agents who'd never see another day

A hand full of survivors, no retribution

Women and children, all huddled 'round

Praying it somehow ends in peace

Clutching their loved ones as they burn to the ground

All of this for a press release

The hottest day of the month, in April of '93

Innocent people in central Texas

Murder in the first degree, murder in the first degree

You knew this gas could end in flames

No fire trucks there to stop the spread

No connection to media so you can shift the blame

No he said and she said, when the hes and shes are dead

Land of the free, and home of the brave

Unless you're brave enough to want freedom

Seventy-six people forced into an early grave

And I wonder who was there to greet 'em

The hottest day of the month, in April of '93

Innocent people in central Texas

Murder in the first degree, murder in the first degree