| Verse 1 |
You keep pounding your fist Like a child who just can't get his way You keep talkin' so tough I just can't see the reasoning behind these things you say
You play this dangerous game Then shake your hands in the air and praise GOD, and praise Glory I just don't understand How such a GOD fearin' man can come out all guns a-blazin' But it's an age old story |
| Chorus |
It's all there in the books War's just trading one set of problems for another It's all there in the books Old men sending young soldiers to war Well if all the angels would conspire I know they'd say every fallen soldier is lost to friendly fire |
| Verse 2 |
What would Jesus do How many bombs would he drop if he set out for war How many fallen enemy soldiers Would he stop from crossing through heaven's door
We spend too much time making weapons And how soon we forget the horrors that war can bring Mahatma Ghandi, Martin Luther King They did it all without guns They made the bells of freedom ring |
| Chorus |
It's all there in the books War's just trading one set of problems for another It's all there in the books Old men sending young soldiers to war Well if all the angels would conspire I know they'd say every fallen soldier is lost to friendly fire |
| Bridge |
There's only so much Collateral damage This world's soul and heart can take Is there ever really a right time for war or a right place? |
| Final Chorus |
If you wanna see what democracy looks like Watch the people marching in the streets 'Cause there are people all over this world Waging peace
If you wanna see what democracy looks like Watch the people marching in the streets 'Cause there are people all over this world Waging peace
If you wanna see what a patriot looks like Watch the people marching in the streets 'Cause there are people all over this world Waging peace
If you wanna see what democracy looks like Watch the people marching in the streets 'Cause there are people all over this world Waging peace |
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