[Intro Hook First, music only— upbeat strong tambourine solo] [Verse 1] They draw the lines, they choose the side, Raise the flags and justify, Call it freedom, call it right, Then send the missiles through the night. They say the bombs will make things cease, They say destruction brings us peace, But history keeps asking why The road to peace must make us die. [Chorus] Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity, 😆 Makes no sense when you look at reality. You can't plant flowers with a loaded gun, You can't create peace by destroying everyone. Call it defence, call it victory, Change the words, but the story's history. [Verse 2] Weapons sold and weapons bought, Wars become a business deal, Millions spent on making war, While peace gets promises and nothing more. The cameras show another town, Another building burning down, Then someone says, “We had no choice,” While ordinary people lose their voice. [Chorus] Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity, 😆 Makes no sense when you look at reality. You can't plant flowers with a loaded gun, You can't create peace by destroying everyone. Call it defence, call it victory, Change the words, but the story's history. [Bridge] Maybe peace begins when the weapons stop, When profit isn't measured by the body count, When human lives mean more than land, And “never again” becomes a demand. [Final Chorus] Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity, 😆 Say it loud enough and call it strategy. You can't make peace by making war, Then wonder what the war was for. Call it defence, call it victory, The oldest lie wears modern vocabulary. [Outro] Different flags, different names, Same old fire, same old games. If peace is what we're fighting for… Maybe stop fighting.
