The court is run by the fools,
The Kings are merely pawns,
Losing a game of chance tonight,
As they’re waiting for the dawn,
Of the kingdom coming,
God sent hope at last,
But Jesus hit the road too soon,
Man, your moving way too fast,
But I’m not one to criticise,
What you want to do,
May the sinner with the slowest wit,
Lay the blame on you,
But the world is not in the hands,
Of one man, divine or not,
We praise the words of well spoken men,
Much more often than we stop,
To think about the metaphors they toss into their speech,
I laugh at them with a broken soul,
As they try to confuse me,
They sing lullabies to their sons,
And their daughters too,
Making sure they know the enemy,
Before these thirty years are through,
Thirty years have come and gone
Since we last had peace,
Thirty years and counting,
Thirty five until we cease,
Pretending that everything’s going to be alright,
I’ve had my fill of your wistful lies,
Yet I wish you a good night,
,
You may say its hope filled thinking,
But I know that I’m right,
As third world lovers dance round em’ shells,
By broken candle light,
But who am I?
Young forever still,
Wiser men have come and gone,
Yet they’ve never had the will,
To stand up and take down the hypocrites,
To toss them to the side,
If you reckoning I’ve an agenda,
Then it’s one you’ll never find,
Thirty years have come and gone
Since we last had peace,
Thirty years and counting,
Thirty five until we cease,
Pretending that everything’s going to be alright,
I’ve had my fill of your wistful lies,
Yet I wish you a good night,
Now I’m not one to complain,
But there’s no justice in this world,
A man who talks truth for a living,
Is barely ever heard,
But look at the walls,
They advertise a better state of mind,
Selling the masses religion,
Of the “aesthetic Buddhist kind”,
But seeing as right is wrong,
God is love and hope,
Heaven has no pearly gates,
Only the temples of men have those,
Do you see what we’ve built?
Do you see what we’ve done?
Thirty years of counting,
No wonder no one’s won,
For war is a futile, exercise in hate,
We build the guns and ship the men,
Only to seal their fate,
Burning in the hearts of men,
Hell has no place here,
For man is the devil,
We’re the only ones, worth our fear,
Thirty years have come and gone
Since we last had peace,
Thirty years and counting,
Thirty five until we cease,
Pretending that everything’s going to be alright,
I’ve had my fill of your wistful lies,
Yet I wish you a good night,
The Kings are merely pawns,
Losing a game of chance tonight,
As they’re waiting for the dawn,
Of the kingdom coming,
God sent hope at last,
But Jesus hit the road too soon,
Man, your moving way too fast,
But I’m not one to criticise,
What you want to do,
May the sinner with the slowest wit,
Lay the blame on you,
But the world is not in the hands,
Of one man, divine or not,
We praise the words of well spoken men,
Much more often than we stop,
To think about the metaphors they toss into their speech,
I laugh at them with a broken soul,
As they try to confuse me,
They sing lullabies to their sons,
And their daughters too,
Making sure they know the enemy,
Before these thirty years are through,
Thirty years have come and gone
Since we last had peace,
Thirty years and counting,
Thirty five until we cease,
Pretending that everything’s going to be alright,
I’ve had my fill of your wistful lies,
Yet I wish you a good night,
,
You may say its hope filled thinking,
But I know that I’m right,
As third world lovers dance round em’ shells,
By broken candle light,
But who am I?
Young forever still,
Wiser men have come and gone,
Yet they’ve never had the will,
To stand up and take down the hypocrites,
To toss them to the side,
If you reckoning I’ve an agenda,
Then it’s one you’ll never find,
Thirty years have come and gone
Since we last had peace,
Thirty years and counting,
Thirty five until we cease,
Pretending that everything’s going to be alright,
I’ve had my fill of your wistful lies,
Yet I wish you a good night,
Now I’m not one to complain,
But there’s no justice in this world,
A man who talks truth for a living,
Is barely ever heard,
But look at the walls,
They advertise a better state of mind,
Selling the masses religion,
Of the “aesthetic Buddhist kind”,
But seeing as right is wrong,
God is love and hope,
Heaven has no pearly gates,
Only the temples of men have those,
Do you see what we’ve built?
Do you see what we’ve done?
Thirty years of counting,
No wonder no one’s won,
For war is a futile, exercise in hate,
We build the guns and ship the men,
Only to seal their fate,
Burning in the hearts of men,
Hell has no place here,
For man is the devil,
We’re the only ones, worth our fear,
Thirty years have come and gone
Since we last had peace,
Thirty years and counting,
Thirty five until we cease,
Pretending that everything’s going to be alright,
I’ve had my fill of your wistful lies,
Yet I wish you a good night,