(Jackson Browne & Scott Thurston)

A man stands up before God and country

Raises his right hand and takes an oath
Swears he has acted in the line of duty
And he more than anyone wants to tell the truth


But there is a need to keep some things a secret
Some weapons shipments-some private wars

In the future democracy will be defended
Behind closed doors


Now the men of Congress who convene to determine
If covert war is a business or a crime
Are the same men who routinely give their permission

For the shedding of blood in security's name

And there is a need to keep some things a secret

The names of some countries-the terms of some deals
And above all the sound of the screams of the innocent
Beneath our wheels


Does the word justice mean anything to you?
Are the features of a lie beginning to come through?


In the streets of America the children are buried
Caught in an avalanche of weapons and drugs

They live and they die in the bowels of a business
That's disguised as a war between The Crips and The Bloods


And there is a need to keep some things a secret
The C.I.A. deals protecting the source
And the government policies directly connecting the drugs and our wars

Does the word justice mean anything to you?

As the battlefield comes home and democracy falls through

I am waiting for the time to come
When the word will be real for everyone
And not just a word but a thing that can be done

But justice must be won