I've been waiting for something to happen

For a week or a month or a year

With the blood in the ink of the headlines

And the sound of the crowd in my ear

You might ask what it takes to remember

When you know that you've seen it before

Where a government lies to a people

And a country is drifting to war

There's a shadow on the faces

Of the men who send the guns

To the wars that are fought in places

Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the TV

You hear one thing again and again

How the USA stands for freedom

And we come to the aid of a friend

But who are the ones that we call our friends?

These governments killing their own?

Or the people who finally can't take any more

And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone

There's a shadow on the faces

Of the men who fan the flames

Of the wars that are fought in places

We can't even say the names

They sell us the President, the same way

They sell us our clothes and our cars

They sell us every thing, from youth to religion

The same time they sell us our wars

I want to know who the men in the shadows are

I want to hear somebody asking them why

They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are

But they're never the ones to fight or to die