Stockyard Stoics Occupational Hazards Lyrics

What price will we pay for peace of mind? Will we pay with a share in genocide?
Our nation's 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, 'that's 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
SUV's and cluster bombs, uranium and soccer moms Fly the flag in the dead of night and send the neighbor's 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 café suicide attack-terrorism or desperation fighting back?

Sad sick motherf*cker
She says 'Oh! Not enough blood.'

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