Shine your light, mister sun
Shine it down on everyone
Let them know, make them feel
That the warmth of love is real

Don't have to be a sage
To notice half the world is fearful
Children of the age are taking arms
And leaving mothers tearful
The boy you called your friend
Is in some foreign soil lying
For him it is the end
A victim of the rising cost of dying

Shine your light, mister sun
Shine it down on everyone
Let them know, make them feel
That the warmth of love is real

Ladies lock their doors
In case a stranger comes a calling
Menfolk meet in bars
And wonder why their stocks and shares are falling
Sons and daughters say we've gotta stop
The Crucifying
We're not prepared to pay for what we call
The rising cost of dying