They're at it again
Calculating profits
Training their men
Sending out their prophets

Their clocks are ticking
Their truth is unclear
Thousand's are dying
But don't worry dear,
You have nothing to fear

And maybe someday
Some wise man will say
It wasn't for nothing
And maybe some day
The women could say
It was worth all the waiting

Tales of courage
When confronted with life
Seem pale and unreal
Fables of glory
When slain by a knife
Seem to lose their appeal

They were promised a meaning
They're not gonna die for anything else
As their hairline's receding -
They're thinking of home, aging in cells

And maybe some day
Some wise man will say
It wasn't for nothing
And maybe tomorrow
We'll say that our sorrow
It wasn't for nothing







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