The Flints - Ploughshares Lyrics

Man, thirty-three, comes home in a plane
A parrot will say 'twas not in vain
"For we must pull through, we must stay the course"
But honour means nothing to a man in a box

A life is a life, but it seems so small
When smoke & when mirrors, they hoodwink us all
The myth does its job when we are assured
An enemy's end will make us secure

So fire all the guns up into the sky
'Cause a bullet that's lost is another man's child

Though I have asked, seems no one can say
How we decide who's "we" and who's "they"
But questions like these escape from our sight
When bread & when circuses scream through the night

A life is a life, and I just don't know
Why safety's a gift that's just for the few
But we must protect our way of life
Schools holding bake sales just doesn't seem right

So fire all the guns up into the sky
'Cause a bullet that's lost is another man's child
We could beat them down, we could beat down the swords
Could be the thing that rescues us all

All, all, all
Soon
Soon