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 three and four
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