Stockyard Stoics
Stockyard Stoics - Occupational Hazards songtekst
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What price will we pay for peace of mind? Will we pay with a share in genocide? Our nation's name written up in blood and sandbagged borders holding back the flood Flood of anger, flood of grief, atrocity beyond belief Can you believe the lies they told or the countless millions Halliburton sold? This way martial law and the dregs of history Our hands are scarlet stained and system still screaming: [Chorus:] Not enough blood for the US army Not enough blood for the 'president' Not enough blood for the television Not enough blood for the average citizen Or so they say, 'that's the price we pay for liberty' In Kosovo and the Philippines, South Korean side of the DMZ Colombian military regime-they know all about our American dream Fly the flag in the dead of night and send the neighbor's kid to go and fight Fight and die for liberty and the market economy While our leaders count their take and the papers shake their fingers screaming: [Chorus] 1,2,3,6,8,10 thousand civilians in Iraq and forty thousand fathers never coming back To their children, hungry, up all night, waiting for signs of the morning light to come And many more in Afghanistan where the stars and stripes is the new Taliban You shall not dream of living free while our heavy hand is your democracy And our bullets fly over Palestine where the West Bank runs on Israeli time Tel Aviv café suicide attack-terrorism or desperation fighting back? Sad sick motherfucker She says 'Oh! Not enough blood.'