Fuck the newspapers, forget what's on the TV screen.
They'll say we're winning, but they'll never tell you what was gained.
Cash into pockets of the businessmen who call the shots
While shots are fired far from all their summer homes and yachts.

Every day that passes that we don't do anything,
another mother's son is dying on a battlefield.
And while the children fight and die for your america,
the corporations run away with our fucking world.

Our world.

So this is war, our war.

And just because we're strong, it doesn't mean we can't be gentle.
We could be gentle.
Just because we're strong, it doesn't mean we can't be gentle.
We could be gentle.
Just because we're strong, it doesn't mean we can't be gentle.
We could be gentle.
Just because we're strong, it doesn't mean we can't be gentle.
We could be gentle.
We could be gentle.

Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts.
Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts.
Is that all we're worth?