歌词
There are heads above the hedges
And the men all lift their guns
I am looking for my shadow
Oh, where did she run?
There are roses in the rifles
There are children in your sons
For every lost one hundred
There are one hundred ones
When you've been plucked to the last feather
When you're gutted like the sow
Tillman covers in the end zone
And the ball's arriving now
And the pain, it makes you hungry
But it makes you more than that
It makes you want to bear your hunger
In combat
And I am down on the ground before the prophet
And I can see that he is human in his desire
For there are tears that fall from underneath his veil
For he knows you've gone down in friendly fire
Well, I chose to stay and be the artist
And you chose to go and kill
And I have slaughtered my own armies
And you have done no ill
You shouted, "This war is illegal"
And, "I believe in love"
As the bombs fell in Baghdad
And the hawks came for the doves
And I am down on the ground before the prophet
And I can see that he is human in his desire
For there are tears that fall from underneath his veil
For he knows you've gone down in friendly fire
And the soldiers home at Petco
Have put their faith in dogs
Ask them why and they will answer
"Because, because, because
Because, because, because
Because, because"