On a beautiful Tuesday... 8:45
I when to flip on the tube... to find the loss of life
Unparallel... terrible... where the hell is the parable
To allow such an act... in fact... it's unbearable
To watch on the screen... and hear the horrible screams
Of the innocent beings... in a plan that was unforeseen...
Plotted by an evil fundamentalist regime...
So the supreme become unsure and unseamed...
And when the second one hit... that was it... we couldn't take anymore...
But let us never forget numbers 3 and 4...
We went and lined up the troops... It's time for war...
But after all these years, I don't know what we're fighting for.
So tell me where is the peace? I thought we knew just where we left it
I know it's right there inside of you, so glad you kept it
So where is the peace?

So now we're looking for a just cause... a just law for this just war... I just saw another one of our boys... without a choice... discharged within a body-bag... switching out his dog-tags for toe-tag.
Now what is the cause of all wars?...
Could it be the never-ending hunger and greed of power-whores?...
An insatiable lust of always wanting more...
As they go and bully their way into oil reservoirs...
Or maybe just to settle an old score... dammit, what so demanding about peace, love and understanding, not withstanding all the bullshit that they're handing...
Like patriot mantras of the last man standing...
Now we're trying to make the best of what's left...
and the rest are just details... footnotes in this violent mess... But nothing that I suggest could ever make it better... when the rich are getting richer, and the dead are getting deader.

pick up, pick up, pick up, each piece and let them know what we are made of
pick up pick up pick up each piece this is what we need to rise above this
So tell me where is the peace