Fuck the newspapersnForget what's on the TV screennThey'll say we're winningnBut they'll never tell you what was gainednnCash into pockets nOf the businessmen who call the shotsnWhile shots are fired nFar from all their summer homes and yachtsnnEvery day that passes nThat we don't do anythingnAnother mother's son nIs dying on a battlefieldnnAnd while the children fight nAnd die for your AmericanThe corporations run away nWith our fucking worldnnSo this is warnOur warnnAnd just because we're strongnIt doesn't mean we can't be gentlenWe could be gentlennFifty cent heartsnIs that all we're worth?