A man lays down his rifle, and sighs "I've had enough"
A woman buries her child, and she cries "I've had enough"


Still we agree to disagree, suicidal enmity
the sins of our fathers will be the death of us


A girl buries her mother, and she prays to settle the score
and a boy picks up a rifle, and he dreams of glorious war
and the men who sell the guns it seems they always have enough

and the leaders safe behind the lines they always have enough

Still we agree to disagree, suicidal enmity

the sins of our fathers will be
still we agree to disagree, perpetual insanity
these lines drawn in the sand will be

the death of us

Is it eye for an eye or blind by hate?

Cut off your nose to spite your face
some memories won't be erased
these living ghosts will be

the death of us