When they come for you,
how will you let them take you?
Are you gonna let them break you?
When they come for you.
'Cause all I was told,
and from fear and greed it grew.
And you can tell it 'til the whole world believes you,
But that don’t make it true.
You can sit around and wait
for the world to change its ways,
You got lucky to live without it.
But there will be no place to hide,
When you’re on the losing side.
When the war comes home,
what will you do about it?
When you see the tanks
come to the towns you live in,
And the bullets, they come rippin'
through your front door
And you’re face to face with tyrants
killing tyrants,
And children killing children,
Will you know the war?
You can sit around and wait
for the world to change its ways,
You got lucky to live without it.
But there will be no place to hide
When you’re on the losing side.
When the war comes home,
what will you do about it?
What will you do?
What will you do?
What will you do?
What will you do?
When the dust clears,
And the profiteers behind closed curtains,
Send their soldiers to collect their fortunes,
From the holes in your chest.
Will they claim the sky
and name it after their kingdoms?
The merchants of machine guns.
Who will win the West?
You can sit around and wait
for the world to change its ways,
You got lucky to live without it.
But you can’t hide from the shooting,
When you’re on the side that’s losing.
When the war comes home,
what will you do about it?
What will you do?
What will you do?
What will you do?
What will you do?
how will you let them take you?
Are you gonna let them break you?
When they come for you.
'Cause all I was told,
and from fear and greed it grew.
And you can tell it 'til the whole world believes you,
But that don’t make it true.
You can sit around and wait
for the world to change its ways,
You got lucky to live without it.
But there will be no place to hide,
When you’re on the losing side.
When the war comes home,
what will you do about it?
When you see the tanks
come to the towns you live in,
And the bullets, they come rippin'
through your front door
And you’re face to face with tyrants
killing tyrants,
And children killing children,
Will you know the war?
You can sit around and wait
for the world to change its ways,
You got lucky to live without it.
But there will be no place to hide
When you’re on the losing side.
When the war comes home,
what will you do about it?
What will you do?
What will you do?
What will you do?
What will you do?
When the dust clears,
And the profiteers behind closed curtains,
Send their soldiers to collect their fortunes,
From the holes in your chest.
Will they claim the sky
and name it after their kingdoms?
The merchants of machine guns.
Who will win the West?
You can sit around and wait
for the world to change its ways,
You got lucky to live without it.
But you can’t hide from the shooting,
When you’re on the side that’s losing.
When the war comes home,
what will you do about it?
What will you do?
What will you do?
What will you do?
What will you do?
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Bonus track dell'album "Hope For The Hopeless"