It could've been Manhattan on the day the market fellnAnd it could've been a candy-store in Kandahar as wellnAnd she might have been a moslem, but it's kind've hard to tellnWhen your body's ground to zero and your skin's been fried to hellnnnSo tell me it's the war to end all war, or don't tell me nothin'n'Cos if this sacrifice was not for peace, it was not worth making.nSeems to me, you did your best to put your hand in the hornet-nest that bit you -nJust when it hit you - There's other people hurt as much as you.nAnd grief is no excuse for what you do.nnnHigh-flyers at the corporation's daisy-cutting edgenThey hold each other's hands and plummet from the window ledgenAnd the monitors have melted on the coffee-deal which meantn5000 farmers wondering where their livelihood just went.nnnAmerica, my family, the whole world feels your pain
nAnd before this war is over, you'll make sure we do again.nEven as the tower tumbled on that fire-fighting teamnWe wondered who you'd barbecue for puncturing your dreamnnSo tell me it's the war to end all war, or don't tell me nothin'n'Cos if this sacrifice does not bring peace, then it was not worth making.nSeems to me, you did your best to put your hand in the hornet-nest that bit you -nBut it still don't it hit you - There's other people feel as much as you.nAnd freedom's no excuse for what you do.nnI am not an Islamicist, religion's not my thing,nBut they're friendlier than Christians and I like the way they sing,nAnd I want my sisters free to burn the burkha if they choosenThen lie awake and calculate what weight they need to losennSo tell me it's the war to end all war, or don't tell me nothin'n'Cos if this sacrifice don't change the world, it was not worth making.nSeems to me, you did your best to put your hand in the hornet-nest that bit you -nWhen will it hit you - There's other people need as much as you.nnAnd greed is no excuse for what you do.nnYou're beautiful, big-hearted, and in many ways you're freenAnd you're smart enough to get the world how you want it to benSo it's hard for me to tell you what you shouldn't have to hear:nYour nation is that terrorist most human beings fear -nnnNicaragua, El Salvador, Columbia and Nam,nCambodia, Grenada, Chile, and Afghanistan,nPalestinian and Iraqi, and some more you never knew -nUnited states of people who deserved as much as younnSo tell me that you don't support this war, or don't tell me nothin'n'Cos if this song of mine don't change your heart, then it was not worth singing.nBut I believe you did your best, chasing life and happiness,nNever wondered never guessed, how the news had been suppressednOf a never-ending killing-fest, rip the kid from the Mama's breast,nShrapnel thru her daddy's chest while we're all singing Glory Hallelujah! -nI'm talking to ya - Somebody made a killing in your name.nSo take your power back, or take the blame.