The blood, it will not dry Oh, the blood, it will not dry So instead, we are trained To just roll our eyes The blood, it will not dry Oh, the blood, it will not dry So instead, we are trained To just roll our eyes This is not a call for guilt This is just a request for respect The blood may not be on our hands But we sleep in their beds Oh, we sleep in their beds Oh, we sleep in their beds We are told not to live in the past But some things must not be forgotten We can outlast, but what's done is cast And privileges are ill-gotten And privileges are ill-gotten And privileges are ill-gotten The blood, it will not dry Oh, the blood, it will not dry So instead, we are trained To just roll our eyes