because somewhere on this earth the bombs are falling
I turn on my TV to watch them drop
and listen to the warmakers applauding
the man with the nerve to pull out all the stops

somewhere in my heart a pulse is beating
somewhere else exploded chests don't hold a beat no more
because some guys in suits thought bombs might stop the bleeding
from all the wounds that came before we went back to war

so hey little sister, better cry while you can
my brother run before you become another murdered man
live every minute with infinity in it because this might be our very last day
there ain't no sacred ground when the bombs rain down
and no one gets away

no one ever says it's what they wanted
this war started all by itself
it was the other guy, not American planes in the skies
that brought us here, to the broadcast base of hell

where the newsman says we mustn't get excited
killing is the only language that they know
we only want the world to be united
and a war was the sensible way to go.

so hey my little sister, better cry while you can
my brother run before you become another murdered man
live every minute with infinity in it
because this might be our very last day
there ain't no sacred ground when the bombs rain down
and no one gets away | and you won't get away
and I won't get away | and we can't get away
so when you hear them say "Salute, Motherfuckers!"
turn your back and walk away