Here we go again, another bloody war
Another year of death and sorrow,
mount the senseless score
Here we go again, another broken land
Another million broken lives
and blood upon the sand..
Here we go again, a thousand years gone by
Still standing here with trembling hands
without an alibi
And here we go again, another us and them
Another morbid battlefield, another bitter end..
The history of America is a history written in blood
Etched with the twisted runes of bodies face down in the mud
Here we go again, here we go again.
How many songs and poems will we have to write?
How many useless words
will we fling against the night?
How many voices lifted? How many voices lost?
How empty are these victories
that come at such a cost?
What purpose is our dreaming
if it serves to gather death?
What air can we be breathing
that robs us of our breath?
And the headlines in the morning paper
come as no surprise
A thousand stories just like this,
read by a thousand eyes
The history of America is a history written in blood
Etched with the twisted runes of bodies face down in the mud
Here we go again,
here we go again.
And why this fascination of men for their wars?
The glory of the battle, the cause they're fighting for?
They'll apologize for tragedy,
mourn, then create more
And for what? To be heroes,
washed up on the shore
Is it painful to admit that all this death's in vain?
That our children have fallen with so little to gain?
In the name of our fear to admit our mistakes
We'll leave another year of murder in our wake..
The history of America is a history written in blood
Etched with the twisted runes of bodies face down in the mud
Here we go again.. Here we go again.
Here we go again, another bloody war
Another year of death and sorrow,
mount the senseless score
Here we go again, another broken land
Another million broken lives
and blood upon the sand.
Another year of death and sorrow,
mount the senseless score
Here we go again, another broken land
Another million broken lives
and blood upon the sand..
Here we go again, a thousand years gone by
Still standing here with trembling hands
without an alibi
And here we go again, another us and them
Another morbid battlefield, another bitter end..
The history of America is a history written in blood
Etched with the twisted runes of bodies face down in the mud
Here we go again, here we go again.
How many songs and poems will we have to write?
How many useless words
will we fling against the night?
How many voices lifted? How many voices lost?
How empty are these victories
that come at such a cost?
What purpose is our dreaming
if it serves to gather death?
What air can we be breathing
that robs us of our breath?
And the headlines in the morning paper
come as no surprise
A thousand stories just like this,
read by a thousand eyes
The history of America is a history written in blood
Etched with the twisted runes of bodies face down in the mud
Here we go again,
here we go again.
And why this fascination of men for their wars?
The glory of the battle, the cause they're fighting for?
They'll apologize for tragedy,
mourn, then create more
And for what? To be heroes,
washed up on the shore
Is it painful to admit that all this death's in vain?
That our children have fallen with so little to gain?
In the name of our fear to admit our mistakes
We'll leave another year of murder in our wake..
The history of America is a history written in blood
Etched with the twisted runes of bodies face down in the mud
Here we go again.. Here we go again.
Here we go again, another bloody war
Another year of death and sorrow,
mount the senseless score
Here we go again, another broken land
Another million broken lives
and blood upon the sand.
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