(Intro) (Heavy, distorted guitar riff kicks in with a pounding drum beat) (Sustained feedback) (Spoken, gritty voice): "Are you even listening? Or is this just background noise for the end of the world?" (Verse 1) How many times must the record spin? Before the message finally sinks in? We sang "War! Huh! What is it good for?" But you’re still kicking down the neighbor's door. We told you "N-n-n-nineteen" was too young to die, Now you’re selling us a brand new polished lie. It’s just a "Gimme Shelter"... just a "Shot away," But the clouds are turning blacker every single day! (Chorus) How many songs about war do we have to scream? To wake you up from this blood-soaked dream? You haven't been listening, you haven't taken heed, The world is paralyzed, racked with your greed! If a thousand anthems couldn't stop the flood, Why am I wasting my breath on your path of blood? Just skip this track—go on, move along, Since you never learned a thing from a protest song! (Verse 2) You’re "Poking the beast" with a bayonet tip, While the champagne bubbles on a battleship. Who’s making the killing? Who’s filling the vault? While the mothers are weeping at the burial halt. "Fortunate Sons" still don’t have to go, While the poor man’s reaping what the rich man sows. We sang "Blowin' in the Wind" 'til our throats went dry, But the only thing blowing is the shells in the sky! (Chorus) How many songs about war do we have to scream? To wake you up from this blood-soaked dream? You haven't been listening, you haven't taken heed, The world is paralyzed, racked with your greed! If a thousand anthems couldn't stop the flood, Why am I wasting my breath on your path of blood? Just skip this track—go on, move along, Since you never learned a thing from a protest song! (Bridge) (Music slows to a heavy, chugging breakdown) (Half-time drums) "Zombie" in your head, "War Pigs" on the throne, Calculating profit in a combat zone. (Increasing intensity) You turned the music up to drown out the screams! You sold the soul of the world for your corporate schemes! WHO’S MAKING THE MONEY? WHO’S MAKING THE MONEY? JUST SKIP THE SONG! (Guitar Solo) (Fast, aggressive, blues-infused hard rock solo with high-pitched bends) (Chorus) How many songs about war do we have to scream? To wake you up from this blood-soaked dream? You haven't been listening, you haven't taken heed, The world is paralyzed, racked with your greed! If a thousand anthems couldn't stop the flood, Why am I wasting my breath on your path of blood? Just skip this track—go on, move along, You’re the reason why we're singing this song! (Outro) (Feedback builds) Yeah, just skip it. You’re not listening anyway. (Big final chord) (Silence)
