"What we've got here is
failure to communicate Some men
you just can't reach So you get
what we had here last week Which
is the way he wants it Well he gets
it I don't like it any more than
you men"
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying Look at
your young men dying The way they've
always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding Look
at the lives we're leading The way
we've always done before
My hands are tied The billions
shift from side to side And the
wars go on with brainwashed pride
for the love of God and our human
rights
And all these things are swept aside
by bloody hands time can't deny and
are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our
civil wars
D'you wear a black armband When
they shot the man who said "Peace
could last forever" And in
my first memories They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam We
got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
that you can't trust freedom when
it's not in your hands when everybody's
fighting for their promised land
And I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the
poor Your power hungry selling soldiers
in a human grocery store Ain't that
fresh I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes you're filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied For all I've
seen has changed my mind But still
the wars go on As the years go by
with no love of God or human rights
Cause all these dreams are swept
aside by bloody hands of the hypnotized
who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our
civil wars
"We practice selective annihilation
of mayors and government officials
For example to create a vacuum Then
we fill that vacuum As popular war
advances Peace is closer"
I don't need your civil war It
feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry selling soldiers
in a human grocery store Ain't that
fresh I don't need your civil war,
no no no no
I don't need your civil war I
don't need your civil war Your power
hungry selling soldiers in a human
grocery store Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war, no no no
no I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war
What's so civil about war anyway? |
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