(Intro - upbeat instrumental hook first - psychedelic heavy metal rock) (Vocal -Male main vocal folk - whispered soft MALE folk voice. (Female backing vocal echo's) [Verse 1] They dress up the war in a beautiful speech, Promise us justice and peace within reach. They wave our flags beneath television lights, Then send young men marching into endless nights. [Verse 2] They tell us it's freedom, they tell us it's right, They tell us there's no choice but to stand up and fight. They draw up the borders, they draw up the plan, Then send someone else's son to die for their land. [Pre-Chorus] One side gets weapons, the other gets guns, Both sides get promises, both sides get funds. While mothers are praying and counting the cost, Someone's counting the millions from everything lost. [Chorus] War, war, what a wonderful trade, Sell them the weapons, then watch them invade. Fund both sides and keep selling more, Make a little fortune from a brand-new war. Call it defence, call it keeping the peace, Call it whatever makes the profits increase. War, war, hear the money roar... Nothing makes business like the business of war. [Verse 3] One country buys rockets, another buys planes, Someone supplies them with bullets and chains. The speeches get louder, the missiles get fired, The contracts get signed while the cities expire. [Verse 4] Then comes reconstruction when the fighting is done, Another big contract, another fortune won. Build what was broken, then bill it again, Funny how destruction creates another gain. [Pre-Chorus] They sell us the enemy, sell us the fear, Tell us the ending is finally near. But somewhere behind all the flags and the lies, The money keeps moving while somebody dies. [Chorus] War, war, what a wonderful trade, Sell them the weapons, then watch them invade. Fund both sides and keep selling more, Make a little fortune from a brand-new war. Call it defence, call it keeping the peace, Call it whatever makes the profits increase. War, war, hear the money roar... Nothing makes business like the business of war. [Bridge] No politician sends their own child away, No banker is buried beneath yesterday. The powerful speak from a safe distant room, While ordinary people are carried to tombs. [Breakdown] "Necessary." "Defensive." "Strategic." "Peacekeeping." Beautiful words... For an ugly business. [Final Chorus] War, war, what a wonderful trade, Sell them the weapons, then watch them invade. Fund both sides and keep selling more, Make a little fortune from a brand-new war. They call it honour, they call it the fight, While someone gets richer every damn night. War, war, hear the money roar... How many graves does it take to make a score? [Outro] The speeches are over, the cameras move on, The grieving lingers for someone who's gone. The factories keep building, the contracts roll on, And somewhere another young soldier is gone. They promised us peace. They promised us glory. Funny how the money... Always tells a different story.
