You've got the mouth of a she wolf Inside the mask of an innocent lamb You say your heart is all compassion But there's just a flat line on your cardiogram
Yet you always made a profit baby If it was a famine or a feast
Yes, I'm the soul of indiscretion, I was cursed with x-ray vision, I could see right through all the lies you told, When you smiled for the television
And you can see the coming battle You pray the drums will never cease And you may win this war that's coming But would you tolerate the peace?
Investing in munitions And those little cotton flags Invest in wooden caskets In guns and body bags, guns and body bags
Your daddy was a businessman And it always made good sense You know the war can make you rich my friend In dollars, pounds and cents
In the temple that was Mammon's You were ordained the parish priest Yes you may win this coming battle But could you tolerate the peace?
Invest in deadly weapons And those little cotton flags Invest in wooden caskets In guns and body bags You're invested in oppression Investing in corruption Invest in every tyranny And the whole world's destruction
I imagine there's a future When all the earthly wars are over You may find yourself just standing there On the white cliffs of Dover
You may ask, what does it profit a man To gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul? Is that your body you see on the rocks below As the tide begins to roll?
And you invested in this prison From which you never got released You may have won this war we're fighting But would you tolerate the peace?