It's crazy how the mad world spins, with all these wars
where nobody wins,
How can you say the war is won, when someone somewhere is
mourning a son?
When you wished they could stay, but all we can do is pray
Because they're burnin away each new day, before we even
have a chance to say
Is it really whats best for us? or is this just another way
to get rid of the fuss?
The leaders they live and laugh, but do they even know the
half?
The half of what we have to go through everyday, Just wishin
and hopin and stoppin to pray, that we make it to the next
day.
And just when we think that they'll be home soon, They're
off again and won't be back till next June.
The leaders apologize but under the masks they lie, But its
the ones at home who are left to cry.
In a million ways they say that it gets better, But then why
do we never get a single letter?
With a fountain of good sense I know, This isn't the way it
should go.
We get the pain, they get the power, Our friends and family
lay slain, and in the end its bitter.