I've been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines

And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you've seen it before

Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war


And there's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places

Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the T.V.

You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend

But who are the ones that we call our friends
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can't take any more

And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire

There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire


There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places

Where we can't even say the names

They sell us the President the same way

They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars

I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are

But they're never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire

There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire