Liberal Man becomes Conservative Man
Conservative Man becomes Liberal Man
War is declared
Pastel gems hit
Pearlesque in flaw
On peripheral vision corkscrew into thought
Wind tearing at the rafters
As the revolution cries
The time is near
Wet body
Very diligent
Wait for the news in the history books
Like junkies who hate their heroin
A big empty church
The injustice of our greed
The practice we inherit
If we stop
There is time
To heal the scars we've caused
No meanings from the here and now
Decree not our method
Size up our effort
My head's a tape recorder
What you need is a validation
Go ahead you got my permission
Come on and search
Search deep inside
The people are battlefields
East and West
We're tools for the industry
All pawns and puppets of flesh and bone
Will die for their leaders far from their homes
No more than what they used to be
Hard stinging rain
Hope for hope is really a prayer
Horseshit in the breeze
Smells just like home to me
If we heard mortar shells
We'd cuss more in our songs
And cut down on guitar solos
Falling down the road
Steeper as it goes
The goddamned six o'clock news makes sure I keep thinking of World War III
Should we fight this war
In some far corner of the globe
They keep themselves hidden away
They keep themselves up on the hill
Afraid that they'll have to pay
For all the crimes upon their head
Wake up!
Heart yanked out
Afraid to see that their cause was unjust
My story could be his songs
I'm his soldier child
