The men are at war with the women
The rich are at war with the poor
The black, the white, they all want a fight
And their bodies are piling up at my door
Hey, hey, another day
Another new Messiah
They will love you and all you say
And then they'll crucify you
Hey, hey, another day
Another funeral pyre
Will erase our yesterdays
As soon as we light the fire
The headlines are at war with the readers
The left are at war with the right
We're all extreme when we say what we mean
And our battles rage every night
This is not the third world war
We don't count them anymore
The parents are at war with the future
Their kids are at war with the past
Lessons unlearned in our grave new world
Where each prophet is the same as the last