Lyrics of 'Crying Shame' by Omar Offendum

Now they say syria's confusing
Can't decide which of the sides
They really should be choosing
Here's a thought

How 'bout you recognize that we're all losing
And there's nothing civil about a war
Where kids are stabbed to death and mothers smothered
On a kitchen floor, or by the kitchen floor
Collapsing from a barrel bomb
Conspiracies we've carried on

Like baggage from our colonizers
Unified by our ability to seek the wrong advisers
Money hungry evildoers, power hungry presidents
Using hunger as a weapon to destroy the residents
Patronizing marathons of half truth on the news

These bloody arabs
Headlines, or punchlines?
Come on man, two for one, I'm not amused
They yell, somebody tell these anchormen
It's best to keep it classy

Burgundy's the color of our blood
That's flooded in the 'āṣI
Civil disobedience flow within our veins
Our fathers went against the grain
While hitler hid inside a lion's mane

A crying shame
A crying shame
A crying shame the way the boy was crying wolf
And they believed him
Using war on terror rhetoric while murdering the peaceful

Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame
Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame
A crying shame the way the boy was crying wolf
And they believed him
Using war on terror rhetoric while murdering the peaceful

It's ironic and deceitful
Egging on fanaticism until it starts to seep through
If Obama bombed America
You'd probably be extreme too

Like if your momma jumped up off a bridge
You'd take a leap too
But the fine line between these timelines is almost see-through
And that's why the world forgets it
Now a couple hundred thousand dead

And no one regrets it
'It' being the negligence when children needed medicine
'It' being the fact that amputations aren't lessenin'
'It' being depressing and 'it' being what's stressin' them
'Them' being the millions of displaced

So who could stay in power?
Several hundred every hour
Several thousand in a day
'Til there's nothing left to say, except what a pity
Zaatari's becoming one of jordan's largest cities

But this one has no infrastructure
People eat by sewage, wait
If you're really arab
Find a way to blame the jewish state
So if you're really arab, find a way to
Come on man

A crying shame
A crying shame
A crying shame the way the boy was crying wolf
And they believed him
Using war on terror rhetoric while murdering the peaceful

Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame
Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame
A crying shame the way the boy was cryin' wolf
And they believed him
Eggin' on fanaticism until it started to creep in

I pray my people take these words as a call to the conscience
Surīya's now the bottleneck of all our region's conflicts
Shi'a-sunni, turkish-kurdish, religious and secular
Imperalist and anti-this, to levels that are molecular
99 percent of all matter is empty space, so nothing's real

'Cept the scars and smiles on a child's face, just let 'em heal
Egos aside, this ain't a tit-for-tat
While the opposition kept on bickering, shabiha laughed
Not to mention, these crazy fanatics who took advantage
From all over the planet, uh

Growing percentage of this havoc and this pain
Causing damage to our revolution and tarnishing its name
Not to mention allah's name in all his mercy and compassion
Beheading people left and right for not following their fashions?
It's tragic, so many fingers in the pot, cooking this fatal fatteh
What a waste, the syria can't even taste a sip of mate
A disgrace

A crying shame
A crying shame the way the boy was cryin' wolf
And they believed him
Using war on terror rhetoric while murderin' the peaceful
Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame
Crying shame, say it with me, crying shame
A crying shame the way the boy was cryin' wolf
And they believed him
Eradicatin' populations while the world was sleepin'

See it all comes down to choices
Most syrians have none left
That's why a former business owner has to resort to gun theft
That's why a girl named shams may never see the sunset
That's why I can't help but feel guilt when I see a plate of mansaf

Four years in
Four million refugees
Two hundred and twenty thousand people killed
Over a million wounded
And over twelve million men, women, and children inside syria
In dire need of help

Please, give, and give generously
And think about the people of syria
It's the place where the very first alphabet was recorded
The very first musical notation
Some of the first mosques, churches, and synagogues in this world
Syrian history is world history