Lyrics

Palestine

There must have been some grand design
to all this madness you brought on for us to see
how it all keeps spilling over the borders
does not coincide with the sentiment on the street.
i thought you told me that there was a plan
some holy reason that you figure that you own the sand
funny who gets counted up as sheep
guess it all depends upon the company you keep

And by the way did this fit the plan
see it didn’t fit mine, it didn’t fit the other, friend.
something to appease your mind in these (f'd up) situations
you see, dogma does not qualify as justification.
we all just wish we could erazer over things.
but you got the backing of god, some cigarettes, and a few marines.
didn't think i’d hide my head in my hand.
but i don’t carry your water, won't fly your your flag,
and I won't sing in your band