Well, everybody's talking on the thoroughfare,
About "over here" and "over there"
But there must be something
That I just don't see
Because these two places look the same to me.
We all believe in something we can't prove to be true and
We've been told to hate the "over there's" so we do, but
Over in that land of recurring despair,
They tell their kids the same thing over there, that
We're the cause of their endless nightmare, but
That's no different over here.
And we say that they've gone and stepped on us,
Well I hear it every day when I watch the news.
But we're too busy, blind and studious
To check beneath the bottoms of our own damn shoes
We all believe in something we can't prove to be true and
We've been told to hate the "over there"'s so we do, but
Over in that land of moral disrepair,
Everything is run by some millionaire, and
There's so much fighting but nobody cares, but
That's no different over here.
We've already killed for what we know is right,
We can determine everything – and its worth,
And we can say there should be day
Where there was night,
Because we've become the gods of the earth.
The gods of the earth..
We all believe in something we can't prove to be true and
We've been told to hate the "over there's" so we do, but
And over there there's a grisly sight,
There are innocent children being forced to fight,
Well I'm almost eighteen,
They could draft me tonight,
It's no different over here.
And over in that land where nothing's the same,
There's a little boy who's just learnin' the game,
He doesn't know where his father is,
But he knows who to blame
And that's no different over here…
About "over here" and "over there"
But there must be something
That I just don't see
Because these two places look the same to me.
We all believe in something we can't prove to be true and
We've been told to hate the "over there's" so we do, but
Over in that land of recurring despair,
They tell their kids the same thing over there, that
We're the cause of their endless nightmare, but
That's no different over here.
And we say that they've gone and stepped on us,
Well I hear it every day when I watch the news.
But we're too busy, blind and studious
To check beneath the bottoms of our own damn shoes
We all believe in something we can't prove to be true and
We've been told to hate the "over there"'s so we do, but
Over in that land of moral disrepair,
Everything is run by some millionaire, and
There's so much fighting but nobody cares, but
That's no different over here.
We've already killed for what we know is right,
We can determine everything – and its worth,
And we can say there should be day
Where there was night,
Because we've become the gods of the earth.
The gods of the earth..
We all believe in something we can't prove to be true and
We've been told to hate the "over there's" so we do, but
And over there there's a grisly sight,
There are innocent children being forced to fight,
Well I'm almost eighteen,
They could draft me tonight,
It's no different over here.
And over in that land where nothing's the same,
There's a little boy who's just learnin' the game,
He doesn't know where his father is,
But he knows who to blame
And that's no different over here…
Contributed by giorgio - 2009/10/14 - 09:31
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