You've got the mouth of a she wolf
Inside the mask of an innocent lamb
You say your heart is [bad word] But there's just a flat line on your cardiogram

Yet you always made a profit baby
If it was a famine or a feast

Yes, I'm the soul of indiscretion,
I was cursed with x-ray vision,
I could see right through all the lies you told,
When you smiled for the television

And you can see [bad word] battle
You pray the [bad word] will never cease
And you may win this war [bad word] But would you tolerate the peace?

Investing in munitions 
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets 
In guns and body bags, guns and body bags

Your daddy was a businessman
And it always made good sense
You know the war can make you rich my friend 
In dollars, pounds and cents

In the temple that was Mammon's
You were ordained the parish priest
Yes you may win [bad word] battle
But could you tolerate the peace?

Invest in deadly weapons 
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets 
In guns and body bags
You're invested in oppression
Investing in [bad word] Invest in every tyranny
And the whole world's [bad word] 
I imagine there's a future
When all the earthly wars are over
You may find yourself just standing there
On the white cliffs of Dover

You may ask, what does it profit a man
To gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul? 
Is that your body you see on the rocks below
As the tide begins to roll?

And you invested in this prison
From which you never got released
You may have won this war we're fighting
But would you tolerate the peace?

There's a war on our democracy
war on our dissent
There's a war inside religion
And what Jesus might have meant 

There's a war on mother nature
war upon the seas
There's a war upon the forests
On the birds and the bees

There's a war on education 
war on information
war between the es
And every nation

war on [bad word] 
war on understanding
war on love and life itself
It's war that they're demanding

Make it easy on yourself
And don't do nothing