Pouring out the finest vintage, we waste the one thing we have
Sending them to war, sending lives to be war ground into meat
With war parades, claim the moral high ground but we're lying
We trade unique lives with a single chance to live, for some oil
Standing from afar, we complain about a cost to fill gas tanks
When in fact, every life loss is priceless, and we are immune
Casting dreams and hopes, we've made normal existence Hell
Thirst for material wealth leading us to ignorance and doom
Voting for cardboard cut outs, promises and snake oil to sell
