The mighty skyscrapers are thrown to the Earth
And thousands lie dead beneath concrete and dirt;
Now know this suffering, now know this pain
How many dreams have been lost in the flames?..
No sooner had innocent lives me their end
Compassion was trampled by cries for revenge;
« These people – cried radios and TV sets –
are Evil and hate us and must meet their deaths! »
« You're with us or the terrorists », the president said
With GE and Raytheon nodding their heads
Hand over your hearts and your minds to the Feds
We'll kill them with bombs -while we feed them with bread
Bombs or bread, you can't drop both
Offer death or offer hope
[x2]
300,000 meals tumbling on down
Into the landmine fields, onto the deadly ground
Pretend to be merciful while the bombs pound
The cycle of suffering goes 'round and around
..and around..
Bombs or bread, you can't drop both
Offer death or offer hope..
[x2]
Call it an irony, call it disgrace
It's oil, it's profit, it's vengeance, it's hate;
5 million hungry, 5 million displaced
Call it the Empire showing its ugly face,
Call it the Empire showing its ugly face...
Bombs or bread, you can't drop both
Offer death or offer hope..
And thousands lie dead beneath concrete and dirt;
Now know this suffering, now know this pain
How many dreams have been lost in the flames?..
No sooner had innocent lives me their end
Compassion was trampled by cries for revenge;
« These people – cried radios and TV sets –
are Evil and hate us and must meet their deaths! »
« You're with us or the terrorists », the president said
With GE and Raytheon nodding their heads
Hand over your hearts and your minds to the Feds
We'll kill them with bombs -while we feed them with bread
Bombs or bread, you can't drop both
Offer death or offer hope
[x2]
300,000 meals tumbling on down
Into the landmine fields, onto the deadly ground
Pretend to be merciful while the bombs pound
The cycle of suffering goes 'round and around
..and around..
Bombs or bread, you can't drop both
Offer death or offer hope..
[x2]
Call it an irony, call it disgrace
It's oil, it's profit, it's vengeance, it's hate;
5 million hungry, 5 million displaced
Call it the Empire showing its ugly face,
Call it the Empire showing its ugly face...
Bombs or bread, you can't drop both
Offer death or offer hope..
Contributed by giorgio - 2012/1/31 - 13:10
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Lyrics and Music by Ethan Miller
Album: In Times of War