What am I to believe Of what I've seen on my T.V. Of all the killing going on Somewhere halfway round the world
They speak of cold deciet And of the death put on the breeze By the man we sold the weapons to He kills with such great ease
And I find it all to easy To point a finger, take a stand It's not my fault it was their job To liberate that foreign land
But looking at the photographs Of mothers fallen down While mourning over infants Buried deep in bloody ground
I feel I failed humanity I never raised my voice I sat comfortably inside my home I never made a choice To tell the world they're people Moms and Dads with boys and girls
But Hey, What could I have done I'm only one man and I'm halfway round the world
As we celebrate our soldiers Coming home from months in sand They're wearing shiny white dress gloves To hide those blood stained hands
And though they say we've won that war A skeptic I'll remain To shed anothers blood for oil Is to bring us all to shame
And thier ad campaigns were oh so slick They filled us with our pride Americans are lucky Cause we were on the winning side
But looking at the photographs Of mothers fallen down While mourning over infants Buried deep in bloody ground
I feel I failed humanity I never raised my voice I sat comfortably inside my home I never made a choice To tell the world they're people Moms and Dads with boys and girls
But Hey, What could I have done I'm only one man and I'm halfway round the world