Smoke Or Fire. Other. Fifty Cent Hearts. Zeneszám

Fuck the newspapers and forget what's on the T.V. screen
They'll say we're winning, but will never tell you what was gained-
Cash in the pockets of the businessmen who call the shots
While shots are fired far from their summer homes and yachts
Every day that passes, you know we don't do anything
and another mothers son is dying on a battlefield
While the children fight and die for your "America"
the corporations run away with our fucking world.

It's our world.
So, this is war? Our war?
Fifty-Cent Hearts...
is that all we're worth?