KevinThrowe
Member
“ I’ve been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ears
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you’ve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war
And there’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in the places
Where there business interests run
On the talk shows and the TV
You hear one thing again and again
How the USA stands for freedom
And we come to the side of a friend
But who are the ones we call our friends
These government s killing their own
Or the people who finally can’t take anymore
And they pick up a gun, or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
There’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can’t even say the names
They sell us the president the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us everything from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear someone asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But their never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire”
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ears
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you’ve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war
And there’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in the places
Where there business interests run
On the talk shows and the TV
You hear one thing again and again
How the USA stands for freedom
And we come to the side of a friend
But who are the ones we call our friends
These government s killing their own
Or the people who finally can’t take anymore
And they pick up a gun, or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
There’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can’t even say the names
They sell us the president the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us everything from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear someone asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But their never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire”