Came home from school to the war on TV
Looked at the soldiers and thought I saw me.
Looked at the children and saw my own face.
I saw myself dying all over the place.
I saw myself hiding and shaking with fear
Desperately wondering how I got here
From the seat on my bus to my mother's front door
To my shock I had come home right into a war
So many years and we're back here again
Wasn't anyone listening then
Are we listening now have we joined the debate
Our Gulf of Tonkin, our Watergate
Our 9/11, our own demise
No more silence and lies
I could see the young man whose number was up.
I could see the girl pleading and shaking a cup
Her mother beside her missing a leg
A field, landmine, a reason to beg
A reason to cower, a reason to fight
A reason to question who's wrong and who's right
To raise up a rifle and sharply take aim
To find myself caught in the midst of a game
So many years and we're back here again
Wasn't anyone listening then
Are we listening now have we joined the debate
Our Gulf of Tonkin, our Watergate
Our 9/11, our own demise
No more silence and lies
Iraq, Southeast Asia, this city or town
Whether your skin is red, yellow or brown
Or white as a sheet or black as the night
Why are we always so ready to fight?
Fighting for freedom or claiming the soil
Power, cheap labor, rubber or oil
Raising a child or raising a fist
Will you stand up for your right to resist?
So many years and we're back here again
Wasn't anyone listening then
Are we listening now have we joined the debate
Our Gulf of Tonkin, our Watergate
Our 9/11, our own demise
No more silence and lies
Looked at the soldiers and thought I saw me.
Looked at the children and saw my own face.
I saw myself dying all over the place.
I saw myself hiding and shaking with fear
Desperately wondering how I got here
From the seat on my bus to my mother's front door
To my shock I had come home right into a war
So many years and we're back here again
Wasn't anyone listening then
Are we listening now have we joined the debate
Our Gulf of Tonkin, our Watergate
Our 9/11, our own demise
No more silence and lies
I could see the young man whose number was up.
I could see the girl pleading and shaking a cup
Her mother beside her missing a leg
A field, landmine, a reason to beg
A reason to cower, a reason to fight
A reason to question who's wrong and who's right
To raise up a rifle and sharply take aim
To find myself caught in the midst of a game
So many years and we're back here again
Wasn't anyone listening then
Are we listening now have we joined the debate
Our Gulf of Tonkin, our Watergate
Our 9/11, our own demise
No more silence and lies
Iraq, Southeast Asia, this city or town
Whether your skin is red, yellow or brown
Or white as a sheet or black as the night
Why are we always so ready to fight?
Fighting for freedom or claiming the soil
Power, cheap labor, rubber or oil
Raising a child or raising a fist
Will you stand up for your right to resist?
So many years and we're back here again
Wasn't anyone listening then
Are we listening now have we joined the debate
Our Gulf of Tonkin, our Watergate
Our 9/11, our own demise
No more silence and lies
Contributed by Bernart - 2013/7/5 - 09:53
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Scritta da Pat Humphries
Nel disco intitolato “Roots, Rock & Revolution”