It could've been Manhattan on the day the market fell
And it could've been a candy-store in Kandahar as well
And she might have been a moslem, but it's kind've hard to tell
When your body's ground to zero and your skin's been fried to hell


So tell me it's the war to end all war, or don't tell me nothin'
'Cos if this sacrifice was not for peace, it was not worth making.
Seems to me, you did your best to put your hand in the hornet-nest that bit you -
Just when it hit you - There's other people hurt as much as you.
And grief is no excuse for what you do.


High-flyers at the corporation's daisy-cutting edge
They hold each other's hands and plummet from the window ledge
And the monitors have melted on the coffee-deal which meant
5000 farmers wondering where their livelihood just went.


America, my family, the whole world feels your pain …
And before this war is over, you'll make sure we do again.
Even as the tower tumbled on that fire-fighting team
We wondered who you'd barbecue for puncturing your dream

So tell me it's the war to end all war, or don't tell me nothin'
'Cos if this sacrifice does not bring peace, then it was not worth making.
Seems to me, you did your best to put your hand in the hornet-nest that bit you -
But it still don't it hit you - There's other people feel as much as you.
And freedom's no excuse for what you do.

I am not an Islamicist, religion's not my thing,
But they're friendlier than Christians and I like the way they sing,
And I want my sisters free to burn the burkha if they choose
Then lie awake and calculate what weight they need to lose

So tell me it's the war to end all war, or don't tell me nothin'
'Cos if this sacrifice don't change the world, it was not worth making.
Seems to me, you did your best to put your hand in the hornet-nest that bit you -
When will it hit you - There's other people need as much as you.

And greed is no excuse for what you do.

You're beautiful, big-hearted, and in many ways you're free
And you're smart enough to get the world how you want it to be
So it's hard for me to tell you what you shouldn't have to hear:
Your nation is that terrorist most human beings fear -


Nicaragua, El Salvador, Columbia and Nam,
Cambodia, Grenada, Chile, and Afghanistan,
Palestinian and Iraqi, and some more you never knew -
United states of people who deserved as much as you

So tell me that you don't support this war, or don't tell me nothin'
'Cos if this song of mine don't change your heart, then it was not worth singing.
But I believe you did your best, chasing life and happiness,
Never wondered never guessed, how the news had been suppressed
Of a never-ending killing-fest, rip the kid from the Mama's breast,
Shrapnel thru her daddy's chest while we're all singing "Glory Hallelujah!" -
I'm talking to ya - Somebody made a killing in your name.
So take your power back, or take the blame.


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    General CommentAnd I want my sisters free to burn the burkha if they choose
    Then lie awake and calculate what weight they need to lose
    gintingon December 24, 2007   Link

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