[Music: B. Allman, C. Ingles, Lyrics, Vocal Melodies: C.Cadden-James]

Time came to leave 
You know there's something 
About the principle 
Of what goes on behind the scenes 
The military machine 
The way they led me on... 
Stiletto in the sand  [bad word] down in anger 
Bloody to the handle 
Diamond red 
Machines of mass [bad word] 
Well I helped to design them 
The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands 

The word from the board room 
Our boys in Tehran have scored 

How long till we realize the [bad word]  
The bottom line of defense and world security 
The bankers and the ministry of arms 
Just cut the deal and the war is on 
The village burned the desert set ablaze 
Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie? 
Big rockets and their profiles all the rage 
Their business plan calls for ware for sale 

Please understand 
Until I saw all this 
I never thought about the third world trampled under wheels 
Out in the streets and in the fields 
I simply questioned it all... 
Stiletto in the sand 
Fingers on the triggers 
Tempers boiling over 
Bleed them red 

Machines of mass [bad word] 
Oh why did I design them? 
The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands 

Napalm and land mines 
Nobody left alive 

How long 'til we realize the [bad word]  
The bottom line of defense and world security 
the banker's and the ministry of arms 
Just cut the deal and the war is on 
The market screams a [bad word] buy 
The contract's in don't just sit there get your broker on the line 
Big money left their morals far behind 
Guess what we've got - we got war for sale 

How long 'til we realize the [bad word]  
The bottom line of defense and world security 
the banker's and the ministry of arms 
Just cut the deal and the war is on 
The village burned the desert set ablaze 
Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie? 
Then freedom's ring departed from today 
There's just no doubt - we got war for sale!