What am I to believe
Of what I've seen on my T.V.
Of all the killing going on
Somewhere halfway round the world

They speak of cold deciet
And of the death put on the breeze
By the man we sold the weapons to
He kills with such great ease

And I find it all to easy
To point a finger, take a stand
It's not my fault it was their job
To liberate that foreign land

But looking at the photographs
Of mothers fallen down
While mourning over infants
Buried deep in bloody ground

I feel I failed humanity
I never raised my voice
I sat comfortably inside my home
I never made a choice
To tell the world they're people
Moms and Dads with boys and girls

But Hey, What could I have done
I'm only one man and I'm halfway round the world

As we celebrate our soldiers
Coming home from months in sand
They're wearing shiny white dress gloves
To hide those blood stained hands

And though they say we've won that war
A skeptic I'll remain
To shed anothers blood for oil
Is to bring us all to shame


And thier ad campaigns were oh so slick
They filled us with our pride
Americans are lucky
Cause we were on the winning side

But looking at the photographs
Of mothers fallen down
While mourning over infants
Buried deep in bloody ground

I feel I failed humanity
I never raised my voice
I sat comfortably inside my home
I never made a choice
To tell the world they're people
Moms and Dads with boys and girls

But Hey, What could I have done
I'm only one man and I'm halfway round the world