These words are written in blood, on red and white lines Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries Like mothers whose sons were sent to fight And widows whose spouses souls are all that keep them warm at night Underneath spacious skies where stars look more like bulletholes And the haze of the clouds more like shrouds I swear I smell gunsmoke, when I inhale too deep Cause cheap lies have caused the loss of priceless lives Bush is duckin the truth while the few and the proud dodge landmines ****** is doin time for gettin caught with a dimebut he will never be indicted for his crimes against this nation Impatient with waiting it's time we fall in lineand STOP, falling for the lies The war ain't only in IraqIt's time we fight back, for control of our minds
These words are written in blood, on red and white lines Rhymes to the beat of a war drum that cries Like mothers whose sons were sent to fight And widows whose spouses souls are all that keep them warm at night Underneath spacious skies where stars look more like bulletholes And the haze of the clouds more like shrouds I swear I smell gunsmoke, when I inhale too deep Cause cheap lies have caused the loss of priceless lives Bush is duckin the truth while the few and the proud dodge landmines ****** is doin time for gettin caught with a dimebut he will never be indicted for his crimes against this nation Impatient with waiting it's time we fall in lineand STOP, falling for the lies The war ain't only in IraqIt's time we fight back, for control of our minds
