[Verse] “Relax, it’s peaceful. Don’t worry.” The TV keeps its usual smile. Whatever’s happening far away— apparently it ain’t our business. [Verse 2] They keep saying “peace,” but another porch light died tonight. No one asks why— questions only make trouble start. [Chorus] Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four Tell me why the flames are still burning— while we just run to someone’s cadence. Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four What the hell are we marching for? Why are we still doing this? [Verse 3] “Anti‑war songs are outdated.” Yeah, sure—nobody cares anymore. My buddy the painter can’t get thinner, “Sorry, no stock today.” [Verse 4] Fishermen stay home—too deep in the red. Groceries vanish from the shelves. Veggies go up ‘cause heating the greenhouse costs more than anyone wants to admit. [Bridge] Nobody’s fighting, nobody’s resting. If this is what they call “peace,” then the word itself is the first thing already dead. [Chorus] Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four All we march for now is the bargain line at the store. Hut, two, three, four Hut, two, three, four All we march for now is chasing cheap peace around town. [Outro] “Everything’s peaceful.” That voice alone is the scariest thing. ‘Cause if it really were peace, you wouldn’t have to say it so damn much.
