By Other Means
clouds so dark that you cant see the sun
loom over the world like its just for fun
as the earth move round and around again
roads subside with congestion
then out from the dust came the war mechine
camaflarge paint looking seriously mean
with a ten inch gun aiming high
if you ask me now its time to die
war is politics just by other means
when the argueing stops and the fight begins
ding ding ding is the sound from ring side
generals and the corporals start to confide
but then its to late and we start to slide
if you ask me now its not war just lies
when the dust setles and the screams die down
a blody battlefield i ask you how
how the hell it came to this this hell right here
did we get caught in the act do they see right through us
but its moving all around another war looms as one falls down
cities blowing up smoke in the clouds
will we ever learn that we are hurting ourselves
coffins of our warriors disembarking planes
this is in memory of their shatted dreams
so we can have ours or so it seems
dont ask me now cos i so ashamed
to sit by and do nothing as the worlds in flames
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