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