The song speaks for itself: Chorus: My hands are on my head don’t shoot me dead My hands are on my head don’t shoot me dead If I get on my knees will you let me live please My hands are on my head don’t shoot me dead. When you’re at a march and things begin to burn Here’s a simple song I think you should learn   John and Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King Promised us freedom but here’s the thing Its 50 years later And I still have to sing   Send the solders home, put the police to bed We are getting tired, no more blood to shed All we want is freedom get that through your head   It feels like a hundred years I’ve been standing on the hill With a million others it’s a bitter pill If freedom is our right why do I have to sing?