Stockyard Stoics

What price will we pay for peace of mind? Will we pay with a share in genocide?
Our nations name written up in blood and sandbagged borders holding back the flood
Flood of anger, flood of grief, atrocity beyond belief
Can you believe the lies they told or the countless millions Halliburton sold?
This way martial law and the dregs of history
Our hands are scarlet stained and system still screaming:
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Not enough blood for the US army
Not enough blood for the president
Not enough blood for the television
Not enough blood for the average citizen
Or so they say, thats the price we pay for liberty
In Kosovo and the Philippines, South Korean side of the DMZ
Colombian military regime-they know all about our American dream
SUVs and cluster bombs, uranium and soccer moms
Fly the flag in the dead of night and send the neighbors kid to go and fight
Fight and die for liberty and the market economy
While our leaders count their take and the papers shake their fingers screaming:
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1,2,3,6,8,10 thousand civilians in Iraq and forty thousand fathers never coming back
To their children, hungry, up all night, waiting for signs of the morning light to come
And many more in Afghanistan where the stars and stripes is the new Taliban
You shall not dream of living free while our heavy hand is your democracy
And our bullets fly over Palestine where the West Bank runs on Israeli time
Tel Aviv cafe suicide attack-terrorism or desperation fighting back?
Sad sick motherfucker
She says Oh! Not enough blood.
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