Another lesson has been learned,
In this days' modern times,
Strangers in the mist appear,
Now there's war, all the time,
Systematically go and destroy,
Commit another atrocity,
Aggressors are in their places,
Man-made catastrophe.

I'm not looking for a fight now,
And I don't care who's wrong or right now,
So release the dove into flight now,
So we can start right now,
We can start right now.

A small key's gonna open the door,
Across the border to a new land,
And in the new land a sand storm roars,
Under spell and the ghost of a man,
A pack of men, they're yours to stay,
Their prayers fall upon deaf ears,
Machiavelli owns a machine gun now,
And I see it in the mask and a puppeteer.

I'm not looking for a fight now,
And I don't care who's wrong or right now,
So release the dove into flight now,
So we can start right now,
We can start right now.

Humanity has no blame in this case, this big game of chess for us all,
Hostility explodes in the mess, now your arm got blood all over the world,
And clear day turns to dark, blindfolding prisoners of war,
And solidarity, on the razor's edge, boy, what? You're a big puncher now, right?
Yeah?... Ha!...Nah...I don't fucking think so!
Ha ha ha!

I'm not looking for a fight now,
And I don't care who's wrong or right now,
So release the dove into flight now,
So we can start right now,
We can start right now.

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): LARS FREDERIKSEN, TIM ARMSTRONG