not many laughs in this...
To the tune of Rainy Night in Georgia by Brook Benton
Caught up in war's embrace, tryin' to find a safe place to spend the night
Russian bombs fallin', and I hear a child callin' out in fright.
Our painful plight in Georgia, our painful plight in Georgia
Are consciences painin' all over the world?
Your consciences painin' all over the world
Cluster bombs are flashin', armoured cars and tanks passin' through the night
The howls of wounded men in pain close to driving us insane in the night
Our painful plight in Georgia, our painful plight in Georgia
Are consciences painin' all over the world?
Your consciences painin' all over the world
Into this we blundered
Ossetia our shame
Now we live with the blood of it and stink of it
Statesmen need to learn war is not a game
In Gori the Russians burn and mar, launched at us from afar the missiles whine
Mired in this unequal contest we look to NATO and the west, pray for a sign
This is our painful plight in Georgia, NATO, hear our painful plight in Georgia, are consciences painin' all over the world, oh if only, consciences painin' all over the world
Oh, safe in your freedom, do you sleep well?
There should be consciences painin' all over this small world
I'm talking 'bout painin', painin', painin', painin', painin', painin', painin',
painin', painin' painin', painin', painin'