[Intro]
Static on the screen
Breaking news theme
Red, white, blue
Dripping kerosene
[Verse 1]
Flip the channel, same script
Uncle Sam with a full clip
Talking peace with a cold grin
Shaking hands till the war begins
Flag waving over smoke plumes
Pentagon picking out tombs
Suits smile in a boardroom
Kids cry in a classroom
Tax money in a tank line
Wall Street on the front line
Map marked up in red pen
They choose where it all ends
They draft names on a spreadsheet
Turn whole towns into concrete
We just numbers in the back seat
They hit launch from a soft seat
[Chorus]
World War Three on channel three (on your TV)
They light the fuse, then say "it's free" (land of the free?)
From overseas to our own streets
Same old face, same new enemy
World War Three on channel three
They sell fear like a recipe
If they push that button, tell me
Who they really tryna set free?
[Verse 2]
Desert sand, winter snow
Same bombs, different show
Call it freedom, call it pride
Same coffins coming home on the quiet side
Politician with the clean cut
Ain’t a stain on his white cuffs
But there’s blood on the bill he signs
Every line, somebody dies
News host in a silk tie
Reading war like a lullaby
Fire streaks in the black sky
Stock charts still sky high
Recruit truck at the mall now
Promise college, leave you fall out
You sign up, think you stand tall
Come back just a name on a cold wall
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[Bridge]
Who decided where the line is? (who?)
Who decided who the "side" is? (who?)
From the block to the base to the crisis
Same hand always rolling the dices
If the fuse sits in our hands
Do we let them burn the land?
Or cut that cord on the program
Pull the plug, say "it’s our stand"
[Chorus]