What we've got here is
failure to comunicate,

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.

N' 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 we'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 Tight!!

The billion 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 Deceased
to remind us all,

that you can't trust freedom
when it's not in your hands,

when everybody's fightin'
for their promised land.

And

I don't need your civil war.

It feeds the rich
while it buries the poor.

Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
in a human grocery store

ain't that fresh,

I don't need your civil war ...

Look at the shoes your 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 Tight!!

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 goernment officials

for example you 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 sellin'
soldiers in a

human grocery store
Ain't that fresh,

I don't need your civil war

no no no no no nooo...

I don't need your civil war,

I don't need your civil war,

Your power hungry sellin'
soldiers in a

human grocery store
ain't that fresh,

I don't need your civil war,

no no no no no nooo...

I don't need one more war,

I don't need one more war ...

...Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway.