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When they pulled in the center of town
With eager eyes the children gathered and bowed
When the truck stopped from it's clumsy crawl
Out stepped a man with boxes under his arms
He yelled out friends here inside of my hand
Is the solution to life's bitter end
How does it work someone yelled from the back
Well my child I'm so glad that you asked
You give one of these to your folks as they sleep
And when the morning comes then the job has been done
And you can face the brand new day
And call yourselves by different names
You can write your history
And fill the books with what you please
There doesn't have to be a war
There won't be any kids who starve
No one will ever lay a hand
On anyone who's half there size
Everyone will love their home
No matter what street they live on
You can work on what you want
Or dance until your legs go numb
For the first time in their short lives
They were equal in their hearts and their minds
But slowly yours needed to become mine
And those who took more started creating sides
And when they pulled in the center of town
With shameful eyes the children scattered about
He yelled out friends here inside of my hand
Is the solution to the mess that your in
You take two of these before you go to sleep
And when the morning comes your mistake will be done
You re-enacted yesterday and called yourself by family names
You repeated history
Word for word from books on greed
So now it's time to end this war
Before you kids completely starve
Take your hands off of the throats
Of everyone whose half your size
All of you have burned your homes
No matter what street you lived on
You have worked on wickedness
So now it's time to right this wrong
There doesn't have to be a war
There won't be any kids who starve
No one will ever lay a hand
On anyone who's half there size
Everyone will love their home
No matter what street they live on
You can work on what you want
Or dance until your legs go numb