I see battle lines drawn everywhere
Read the papers, count the lies
Read the letters from respected citizens
With murder in their eyes
Soldiers in disguise
So don't you criticize

Great men lead the charge against the foe
Nobly boasting of all their crimes
The feeble opposition strains to not offend
And loses every time

Pundits crow about prosperity
From their comfortable estates
Rub their last decade of glory ion your face
Yeah, everything's just great
So just accept your fate
Cause it's already too late

We're already in a civil war
Pretending nobody gets killed
You might read about some vague event somewhere
But it's just too unreal
Nothing you can feel
We did not turn that wheel, so we believe

We're all safe here in America
But the battle rages on
Lives hang on the images ad men create
For a sedated throng
An audience of pawns
Sell you for a song

Details, details, facts are stupid things
Can't you see, we don't want to know?
We want a candy box of sentiment and fear
And wrap it in a bow
Make it a pretty bow!
Come on, go man go!

There are those who sense there's something wrong
You can find them all around
But their words are too upsetting for our ears
It's such a foreign sound
They'd better keep their voices down
We'll send someone to knock them down

So tell me how secure you feel today
Stirred and soothed by official words
You might find you can't always get what you need
You get what you deserve!
In the Cold Civil War

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Writer(s): John Bassham