This ain't no front page storynThere's no fight, no hero, no glorynThere's no politician caught with his pants lownThere's no supermodel slipping at the fashion shownThere's no overnight miracle for salenThere's no bubblegum pixie thrown in jailnnThis ain't no front page storynI could try and tell it but I know they'll ignore menn-nnTell me little soldier, future gone to rustnYour finger on the trigger, who is there to trust?nThere's diamonds in the river, there's oil in the dustnAnd all that they've delivered is a history writ in bloodnnTell me, tell me, how long will this go on?nnThey're coming in their thousands, tripping up the scalesnWheels are sets in motionnWoman, child for salennThey came with guns and blew away the little light you'd stored awaynEverything left in disarray under a sky gun-metal greynnTell me, tell me, how long will this go on?nnThis is no bed-time storynThis is no distant memorynThere's no Hollywood endingnThis is real...nnTell me, tell me, how long will this go on?