| Well, you tell us that we're wrong |
| And you tell us not to sing our song. |
| Nothing we can say can make you see, |
| You've got a heart of stone; |
| You can never feel. |
| You say, "Oh, I'm not afraid; it can't happen to me. |
| I've lived my life as a good man. |
| Whoa, no, you're out of your mind, it won't happen to me, |
| 'Cause I've carried my weight and I've been a strong man." |
| |
| Listen to the man at the liquor store, |
| He yelling, "Anybody want a drink before the war?" |
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| And your parents paid you through. |
| You got a nice, big car; nothing bothers you. |
| Somebody cut out your eyes; you refuse to see. |
| Ah, somebody cut out your heart; you refuse to feel. |
| And you live in a shell, you create your own hell. |
| You live in the past and talk about war. |
| And you dig your own grave, yeah, |
| But it's a life you can save, |
| So stop getting fussed; it's not gonna happen. |
| |
| And you'll cry, but you'll never fall, no, no, no, |
| You're building a wall. |
| Gotta break it down and start again. |
| |
| No, no, no, it won't happen to us. |
| We've lived our lives; basically, we've been good men. |
| So stop talking of war |
| 'Cause we've heard it all before. |
| Why don't you go out there and do something useful? |
| Oh, listen to the man at the liquor store, |
| He yelling, "Anybody wanna a drink before the war?" |
| "Anybody wanna a drink before the war?" |
| Ah, "Anybody wanna a drink before the war?" |
| Ah, ow, |
| Ah, ah, yeah, oh-ah, ah-oo. |