I’ve been waiting for something to happen
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For a week or a month or a year
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With the blood in the ink of the headlines
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And the sound of the crowd in my ear
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You might ask what it takes to remember
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When you know that you’ve seen it before
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Where a government lies to a people
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And a country is drifting to war
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And there’s a shadow on the faces
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Of the men who send the guns
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To the wars that are fought in places
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Where their business interest runs
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On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
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You hear one thing again and again
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How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
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And we come to the aid of a friend
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But who are the ones that we call our friends
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These governments killing their own?
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Or the people who finally can’t take any more
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And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
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There are lives in the balance
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There are people under fire
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There are children at the cannons
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And there is blood on the wire
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There’s a shadow on the faces
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Of the men who fan the flames
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Of the wars that are fought in places
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Where we can’t even say the names
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They sell us the President the same way
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They sell us our clothes and our cars
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They sell us every thing from youth to religion
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The same time they sell us our wars
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I want to know who the men in the shadows are
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I want to hear somebody asking them why
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They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
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But they’re never the ones to fight or to die
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And there are lives in the balance
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There are people under fire
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There are children at the cannons
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And there is blood on the wire
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And there are lives in the balance
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There are people under fire
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There are children at the cannons
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And there is blood on the wire |