RIBBON TO A CHAIN

THERE ARE HEROS ON THE HIGHWAY
THERE ARE RIBBONS IN THE RAIN
WHEN THE WAR IS AT MY DOOR STEP
THEN THAT RIBBON IS A BALL AND CHAIN..

IN QUIET ROOMS AROUND NEW TABLES
OLD MEN SIT AND DREAM OF WAR
PROPAGANDA AND SPIN DOCTORS
YOUNG MEN DIE ON DISTANT SHORES

ACROSS THE CORNFIELD COMES THE ARMY
ACROSS THE RIVER ACROSS THE PLAINS
ACROSS THE OCEANS ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS
ACROSS THE CROSS THEY CARVE A NAME

JESUS WAS A LONELY HOBO
BEFORE THE CROSS HE LOOKED BOTH WAYS
TIPPED THE TABLES IN THE TEMPLE
YOU BETTER FIND A BETTER WAY

THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THE CRADLE
THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THE GRAVES
THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THE CORNFIELDS
THERE ARE CHILDREN THAT WON`T PLAY

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