[Intro] [Interlocking Hand Drums] [Iron Bell Pulse] [Heavy Guitars Enter] [Verse 1] White against the streets of Monrovia White head ties beneath the sun Down by the Fish Market, day after day We fast and sing while the guns carry on Different prayers rise into the same air Different voices answer every call We've buried our children We ran from the guns Now we have come to be heard [Pre-Chorus] We prayed through the heat We stood through the rain If they will not hear us We'll sing it again [Chorus] No more waiting (No more waiting) No more war (No more war) Come to the table Hear our call No more waiting (No more waiting) Until you face each other We will not move at all [Instrumental Break] [Interlocking Hand Drums and Iron Bell] [Melodic Heavy Guitar Lead] [Verse 2] We wait outside the rooms in Accra The hours drag beneath the sun Then word breaks through from Monrovia— Shells are falling back at home Our children are still there How can we keep waiting here While shells still fall at home? [Build] [Percussion Builds] We waited here outside (No more waiting) While our people died (No more waiting) No more waiting Ends tonight [Bridge] [Low Hand Drums and Iron Bell] They rise from the table They walk for the door After all of the dying You would leave us once more? No. [Full Band Impact] We enter the doorway White filling the hall Shoulder to shoulder A living wall Hands come to move us Still we remain You will not walk out While our people are slain [Climactic Break] [Rising Hand Drums] [Single Female Lead] Then shame be on the eyes That force a mother here If I cast that shame on you Will you force my final step? Turn your eyes away The shame will be yours [Massive Female Group Shout] GO BACK TO THE TABLE! [Final Chorus] [Full Band and Hand Percussion] No more waiting (No more waiting) No more war (No more war) Go back to the table Hear our call You wanted the doorway— We became the wall [Outro] [Hand Drums and Iron Bell] We stayed there in white Until the talking carried on And when we walked through Monrovia The guns had quieted at dawn [Female Group, Softly] No more waiting (No more waiting)
