to be treated rite

Chris Cornell

Oh, we are what we are when in danger
And we are as we stand head in hand
When a friend brings to light
On a cold silver knife
You can stare your fate into his hands

Oh, we are what we are when we're made to
Be the sole owning guardians of land
And there's always advice
On a cold winter's night
Like your dreams are just an island in the sands

Don't it seem so strange
How it just don't change?
Things just stay the same
As they've always been
Some of us are out to win
And some of us are out to aim

Oh, we are what we are when we're praying
In our way of seeking some light
May the mission bells ring
Of the colourful dreams
In the faith that everyone is treated right

Don't it seem so strange
How it just don't change?
Things just stay the same
As they've always been
Some of us are out to win
And some of us are out just to aim

May the mission bells ring
Of the colourful dreams
In the faith that everyone is treated right