"Holy War" lyrics
Sunrise early in the morning
What news will you hear today?
Just who's lying and who's dying
And what did Walter Cronkite say?
We must be doing something wrong
How can we let this thing go on
When all your rules are dead and gone?
Just fake it
Gas line growing at the corner
Cost too much, my tank just fell
Can't get enough of that black, gooey stuff
Gotta sell my soul to pay the bill
You just got to believe in someone
To tell you whether to fight or to run
I'll trade my guitar for a gun
And join the holy war
Wheat fields grow to feed the hungry
Walter Price, they must pay for bread
All of a sudden, some fool hits a button
Bam, everybody's dead
How did we ever get this far?
Don't they know what kind of fools we are?
You've got enough to eat for now
Tomorrow, eat your holy war
What news will you hear today?
Just who's lying and who's dying
And what did Walter Cronkite say?
We must be doing something wrong
How can we let this thing go on
When all your rules are dead and gone?
Just fake it
Gas line growing at the corner
Cost too much, my tank just fell
Can't get enough of that black, gooey stuff
Gotta sell my soul to pay the bill
You just got to believe in someone
To tell you whether to fight or to run
I'll trade my guitar for a gun
And join the holy war
Wheat fields grow to feed the hungry
Walter Price, they must pay for bread
All of a sudden, some fool hits a button
Bam, everybody's dead
How did we ever get this far?
Don't they know what kind of fools we are?
You've got enough to eat for now
Tomorrow, eat your holy war
Writer(s): Roger Steen, Vince Welnick, Charles Prince, William Spooner, John Fee Waybill, Michael Cotten, Rick Marc Anderson
