1) Violence strikes with a hideous crash; In a 'New York minute' they're gone. Melted steel, human flesh, concrete and glass, Welded in the rubble as one. Fear on the streets, terror in the skies; War's ugly horror right in front of your eyes. And over and over, you ask yourself why So many innocent people must die !

2) Violence hides in the shadows of the hungry child; Wherever there's poverty it breeds. In the slums, the sweatshops and the refugee camps, On the hopelessness it feeds. Below in the holes where the human's abused; Where there's never a mention on the evening news; A hell where there's nothing, and nothing to lose; It's easy to see why it ain't love that they choose.

[Chorus] Over here, over there, it's the same everywhere; Retaliation just recycles the pain. How many turns will it take till we learn; there's no bargain in this devil's game. When it's an 'eye for an eye,' both sides are blind; No one can really tell the score. Live or die, saint or sinner, There are no real winners in war.

3) Wars don't decide who's wrong and who's right; Only who's left. When the choke from the smoke and the ashes subside, There's only death. We call each other satan to justify our hate and Give reason why so many die. But after we're in it, do you think for a minute That in war God really takes sides ?

[Chorus] Over here, over there, it's the same everywhere; Retaliation recycles the pain. How many turns will it take till we learn Someone must come break this chain. 'Cause when it's 'an eye for an eye', everyone's blind; No one can really tell the score. Good and bad, saints and sinners, There are no real winners in war. (3X)

Words and music by: C. Michael Stout September 29, 2001