There’s a war far away from Main Street today,
People wondering why.
There are kids with guns, too far from home,
Scared and not wanting to die.
Their mothers are waiting, their fathers are pacing,
Their lovers can’t help but cry,
While the game is played and tickets get punched,
Chains are yanked and strings are pulled,
By those powerful people hiding out on Capitol Hill.
There’s a war being waged on Main Street today,
People wandering by.
There are kids with signs facing police lines,
Scared and not wanting to die.
Their mothers are waiting, their fathers are pacing,
Their lovers can’t help but cry,
While the game is played and tickets get punched,
Chains are yanked and strings are pulled,
By those powerful people hiding out on Capitol Hill.
Have you ever thought how the things you bought
While shopping on Main Street today,
Fuel the fires of the poltroons and liars
Who decide if we live or we die?
Their mothers aren’t waiting, their fathers aren’t pacing,
And their lovers have no need to cry,
Because they’re loading the dice, rigging the game,
Pulling our strings and yanking our chains,
Those powerful people hiding out on Capitol Hill.
Mothers will wait, fathers will pace,
Lovers will cry, and children will die,
‘Til we fire those people hiding out on Capitol Hill.
People wondering why.
There are kids with guns, too far from home,
Scared and not wanting to die.
Their mothers are waiting, their fathers are pacing,
Their lovers can’t help but cry,
While the game is played and tickets get punched,
Chains are yanked and strings are pulled,
By those powerful people hiding out on Capitol Hill.
There’s a war being waged on Main Street today,
People wandering by.
There are kids with signs facing police lines,
Scared and not wanting to die.
Their mothers are waiting, their fathers are pacing,
Their lovers can’t help but cry,
While the game is played and tickets get punched,
Chains are yanked and strings are pulled,
By those powerful people hiding out on Capitol Hill.
Have you ever thought how the things you bought
While shopping on Main Street today,
Fuel the fires of the poltroons and liars
Who decide if we live or we die?
Their mothers aren’t waiting, their fathers aren’t pacing,
And their lovers have no need to cry,
Because they’re loading the dice, rigging the game,
Pulling our strings and yanking our chains,
Those powerful people hiding out on Capitol Hill.
Mothers will wait, fathers will pace,
Lovers will cry, and children will die,
‘Til we fire those people hiding out on Capitol Hill.
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Songs of Peace, Protest, and Patriotism" (2004)