Now your Father has told you Son you're naive To still be out lookin' For something to believe The realities of power Are above your ideals And he sure has good reasons For the way that he feels
For man has never hesitated To do violent deeds To ravage this earth And take more than he needs Can there be any doubt To the size of his crimes After all that we've seen Within our own times
Oh but what kind of logic In what kind of brain What manner of man Would think it was sane What kind of soul And what heart that beats Would chose to kill millions For an honorable peace
There are those who will argue It's all too complex You must live past the present To see it's effects As if the peasant in the fields Hearing planes in the sky Waits for history to tell him It's his turn to die
Now I'm sorry that you have to hear These words tonight They're not pleasant to sing They're not pleasant to write I know the tide of protest Has passed us somehow Oh but when do you speak out If you don't speak out now
Tell me What kind of logic In what kind of brain What manner of man Would think it was sane What kind of soul And what heart that beats Would chose to kill millions For an honorable peace
Tell me What kind of logic In what kind of brain What manner of man Would think it was sane What kind of soul In what heart that beats Would chose to kill millions For an honorable peace
Tell me What kind of logic In what kind of brain What manner of man Would think it was sane What kind of soul In what heart that beats Would chose to kill millions For an honorable peaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
