You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools
  You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules
  But you can't take mother and give her back her son
  Hey what kind of freedom is bought with a gun...
      CHORUS:
  People like to build their own prison walls
  When they're afraid to look inside
  A thousand points of light
  are the muzzle flashes in the night
  And the freedoms you profess to hold
  Won't bring the dead back from the cold...
    Political speeches they are lying in the mud
  Nothing else matters but money and blood
  Tyranny of freedom is do what you like
  There's a world gone crazy, cause it can't say no.
    [Sample of George Bush:]
  "What is it that produces the light?
   What is it that makes these thousand points of light shine?
   What is it that will make America a kinder and gentler nation?
   Perhaps I should ask who, who is it?"
    SOLO
    There should be time for love
  But there's too much room for hate
  Too much sliding of the truth
  Too much abuse of wasted youth
    There should be time for love
  and a time for living to
  Had enough of media lies
  Had enough of your alibis
    REPEAT CHORUS