You've got the mouth of a she wolf   Inside the mask of an innocent lamb   You say your heart is all compassion   But there's just a flat line on your cardiogram      Yet you always made a profit baby   If it was a famine or a feast      Yes, I'm the soul of indiscretion,   I was cursed with x-ray vision,   I could see right through all the lies you told,   When you smiled for the television      And you can see the coming battle   You pray the drums will never cease   And you may win this war that's coming   But would you tolerate the peace?      Investing in munitions    And those little cotton flags   Invest in wooden caskets    In guns and body bags, guns and body bags      Your daddy was a businessman   And it always made good sense   You know the war can make you rich my friend    In dollars, pounds and cents      In the temple that was Mammon's   You were ordained the parish priest   Yes you may win this coming battle   But could you tolerate the peace?      Invest in deadly weapons    And those little cotton flags   Invest in wooden caskets    In guns and body bags   You're invested in oppression   Investing in corruption   Invest in every tyranny   And the whole world's destruction      I imagine there's a future   When all the earthly wars are over   You may find yourself just standing there   On the white cliffs of Dover      You may ask, what does it profit a man   To gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul?    Is that your body you see on the rocks below   As the tide begins to roll?      And you invested in this prison   From which you never got released   You may have won this war we're fighting   But would you tolerate the peace?      There's a war on our democracy   A war on our dissent   There's a war inside religion   And what Jesus might have meant       There's a war on mother nature   A war upon the seas   There's a war upon the forests   On the birds and the bees      There's a war on education    A war on information   A war between the sexes   And every nation      A war on our compassion    A war on understanding   A war on love and life itself   It's war that they're demanding      Make it easy on yourself   And don't do nothing