Lands left barren after we drop bombs and kill
The troops' violent orders engraved on war bills,
stamped and approved by the presidential seal
Our violent actions haunt the dreams of the sick and ill
All who can even eat a decent meal
How does this make you feel?
We sleep sound while their nights are filled with cries and shrills
The streets run red with the innocent blood spilled
Real life nightmares are now in their childrens minds, instilled
All this violence and death for the right to the oil we drill
How about now did you get the chills?
Stop using our political tightrope walking skills
And stop the fighting, its the peoples will.