Kappaleen sanat
The door is closed and everyone is knocking,
they say it’s locked though it’s always been open.
During their toasts, the masters shove their kin under the sludge,
always nodding along when they don’t know what’s being discussed.
Mollycoddled little brats damn the future and dismantle the past,
as they beg and beg for attention while they burn books and grass.
When we condemn them and look at what they’ve done in horror,
are we in fact looking at ourselves through a mirror?
How much courage does it take to shoot a man from behind?
How much courage does it take to strangle a tied-up child?
How much courage does it take to drop a bomb on a school?
How much courage does it take to stab a pregnant wife?
Do we have to wait until our species is gone,
just so that we could see a decent world?
What would our forefathers say if they could see us now?
If we are so ashamed, why do we act so proud?
One day, when we do have peace, who will be left here to see it?
And for how long will it stay, how soon will it be gone again?
You can’t kill for peace, but you can refuse to kill.
You can tell them to cease killing off our kin.
Why should I write this song when I really don’t know
when will someone be dropping a bomb through my balcony window?
Why should I go to work for unsatisfactory pay,
only to come home to the wake of housebreakers one day?
Why should I raise children who would have to fear
going to school every day or just walking on the pavement?
Why would I wed a wife and then always run home from work,
just to see if she is still alive and not another angel leaving Earth?
How much courage does it take to open fire on a peacemaker?
How much courage does it take to hold toddlers hostage?
How much courage does it take to booby-trap Sunday service?
How much courage does it take to order puppets to gun down civilians?
Do we have to wait until our species is gone,
just so that we could see a decent world?
What would our forefathers say if they could see us now?
If we are so ashamed, why do we act so proud?
And one day, when we do have peace, who will be left here to see it?
And for how long will it stay, how soon will it be smothered again?
Well, you can’t kill for peace, but you can refuse to kill.
You can tell them to cease killing off our kin.
they say it’s locked though it’s always been open.
During their toasts, the masters shove their kin under the sludge,
always nodding along when they don’t know what’s being discussed.
Mollycoddled little brats damn the future and dismantle the past,
as they beg and beg for attention while they burn books and grass.
When we condemn them and look at what they’ve done in horror,
are we in fact looking at ourselves through a mirror?
How much courage does it take to shoot a man from behind?
How much courage does it take to strangle a tied-up child?
How much courage does it take to drop a bomb on a school?
How much courage does it take to stab a pregnant wife?
Do we have to wait until our species is gone,
just so that we could see a decent world?
What would our forefathers say if they could see us now?
If we are so ashamed, why do we act so proud?
One day, when we do have peace, who will be left here to see it?
And for how long will it stay, how soon will it be gone again?
You can’t kill for peace, but you can refuse to kill.
You can tell them to cease killing off our kin.
Why should I write this song when I really don’t know
when will someone be dropping a bomb through my balcony window?
Why should I go to work for unsatisfactory pay,
only to come home to the wake of housebreakers one day?
Why should I raise children who would have to fear
going to school every day or just walking on the pavement?
Why would I wed a wife and then always run home from work,
just to see if she is still alive and not another angel leaving Earth?
How much courage does it take to open fire on a peacemaker?
How much courage does it take to hold toddlers hostage?
How much courage does it take to booby-trap Sunday service?
How much courage does it take to order puppets to gun down civilians?
Do we have to wait until our species is gone,
just so that we could see a decent world?
What would our forefathers say if they could see us now?
If we are so ashamed, why do we act so proud?
And one day, when we do have peace, who will be left here to see it?
And for how long will it stay, how soon will it be smothered again?
Well, you can’t kill for peace, but you can refuse to kill.
You can tell them to cease killing off our kin.
