(Verse 1) I'd rather spend a Saturday with family in the yard, Throw a line into the water, watch the evening stars. I'd rather hear my children laugh than hear another round, 'Cause peace is what we're working for when the sun goes down. But somewhere someone's lighting fires they never should've lit, Thinking freedom's just a word that folds when pressure hits. They mistake our open hand for something weak and worn... Till Old Glory starts to wave before another dawn. (Pre-Chorus) We don't go looking for a fight, But we don't run from one. You pray the day will never come... But train until it's done. (Chorus) Let's make love—not war—if the whole world's got that choice. Raise our kids, build our dreams, let freedom find its voice. But if you bring the battle to the ones we're fighting for... We'll make love if you'll let us... Otherwise... we'll make war. (Verse 2) There's soldiers on the front lines standing watch through pouring rain, Holding every inch of freedom through the hardship and the pain. Sailors ride the restless oceans where the horizon never ends, Standing watch on distant waters while protecting home again. Airmen own the open skies where thunder shakes the night, Bringing overwhelming power with precision, speed, and might. Different uniforms and missions, but one promise through and through... Every one stands ready when America calls you. (Pre-Chorus) Different uniforms we wear. One flag above us all. When freedom needs defending... Every one will answer the call. (Chorus) Let's make love—not war—if the whole world's got that choice. Raise our kids, build our dreams, let freedom find its voice. But if you bring the battle to the ones we're fighting for... We'll make love if you'll let us... Otherwise... we'll make war. (Bridge) Pray for peace. Train for war. Hope you never need us. That's what readiness is for. The strongest shield's the one that's built Before the danger starts. A quiet night's protected by Some very steady hearts. (Guitar Solo) (Verse 3) When the talking's finally over and the fighting starts to roar, When somebody's got to kick the door and settle every score, The Marines don't ask for glory—they just shoulder up the pack, They've been leading from the front since Tun Tavern had their back. From Belleau Wood to Iwo Jima, through Fallujah's dust and flame, Every generation earns the right to wear that honored name. First to fight, and first to answer, wherever duty drives... The few, the proud, the Marines... still earning it since Seventeen Seventy-Five. (Final Chorus) Let's make love—not war—if tomorrow lets us choose. No mother's tears, no folded flags, no families left to lose. But if you cross that final line and settle every score... You'll meet the finest fighting force The world's ever known before. You'll meet the Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines— The finest fighting force the world has ever seen. (Outro) So here's to every watch tonight, On every sea and shore. To every soul who stands the line So others don't see war. May peace be what tomorrow brings, That's what we're hoping for. But if tomorrow calls us... We'll pray for peace... We'll stand our ground... We'll make love if you'll let us... Otherwise... we'll make war.
