I don't know much but I know what I feel   There's too many people fighting, tied to the wheel   I don't know much but I know what I see   There's too many people crying washed out to sea      And there's much more we can say   And there's much more we can do   And there's much more we can learn   Generations of love      I don't know you but you know what I am   Hey, I don't need redemption or no government plan   No big AIDS sensation no 28 clause   The end of apartheid, no message of war      The Jew and the Gentile, the back and the gay   The lost and the futile, they've all got something to say   The African nation, the sword of Islam   The rebels in China, the Sikhs and the Tams      The house of our Father, the volumes of guilt   The luck of the Irish, the blood that we've spilt   The angels and martyrs, the lovers and saints   The sisters of mercy, the brothers of pain