Hey now brother,
what's your plan?
When you've taken all you can,
when the flag is towned and the blood is dry,
will you still
believe the lie?
The world's gone mad and the fires high,
and they'll sell us true while our children die.
The world's gone mad and we all know,
so tell me now,
where do we go?
Mama's crying,
daddy's gone,
the newsman says we're moving on.
They lost their minds in the killing
of Sam,
looking for peace with a gun in their hand.
Yeah,
the world's gone mad and the sky is black,
and you can't take love when you're marching back.
The world's gone mad and it's plain to see,
we're out of our heads and we're not free.
So what do you want?
What will it take?
Another war,
another wake.
When you get it,
will it be enough?
Or will the silence feel too rough?
Singing songs they don't want to hear.
Raise your voice before we go.