Žodžiai dainai: Lenny Kravitz. Empty Hands.

He rode in town on a white horse with nothing in his hands
He came to gather his people and take them to their promised land
When he came, he knew there would be bloodshed
But still no violence made his plans

He came to fight in a battle with no guns or money
But with his empty hands and with his empty hands
With his empty hands, with his empty hands

They said "Hey boy what you lookin' at" as they eyed his dreaded mane
He said "My father has sent me I've come back to reclaim"
The children whose hearts were so whole and pure
Now it's you who'll die in pain

So they lynched the man who fooled the word
And all the children gathered in his empty hands
In his empty hands, the children all came in his empty hands
In his empty hands, oh with his empty hands, in his empty hands

Oh with his empty hands, in his empty hands
He killed and made [Incomprehensible] in his empty hands
In his empty hands

Oh with his empty, his empty
Empty, empty hands
Oh with his empty hands