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 there s a war on our democracy a war on our dissent there s a war inside religion and what jesus might have meant there s a war on mother nature a war upon the seas there s a war upon the forests on the birds and the bees there s a war on education a war on information a war between the sexes and every nation a war on our compassion a war on understanding a war on love and life itself it s war that they re demanding make it easy on yourself and don t do nothing