Lyrics

Who really cares about little stone houses 
out in the desert 
near alleged bomb factory 
Who really cares about the little brick schoolhouse 
about half a block 
from the missle launcher 

As we mark good and evil on a map of the world 
How do we judge the playgrounds and ballfields? 
When we say force is needed to bring about peace 
Can we end their existance as we watch their kids play? 

Who really cares about little veiled mothers 
speak daily gossip 
as they walk past the minefield 
Who really cares about a lone little shepherd 
at a little oasis 
in the path of a battle 

The world is run by the monsters that scare us in our sleep 
Ordinary lives are the pawns in their game 
Our leaders are gangsters and bullies and killers 
We can't condone their hate or it'll eat up our souls 

I feel the hate building 
as it spreads from the monsters 
their stealing the lives 
of our sons and our daughters 
why are they evil? 
have you asked that question 
fear turned to hatred 
is what monsters feed on