Smoke Or Fire

Fifty Cent Hearts

Smoke Or Fire


Fuck the newspapers 
Forget what's on the TV screen 
They'll say we're winning 
But they'll never tell you what was gained 

Cash into pockets 
Of the businessmen who call the shots 
While shots are fired 
Far from all their summer homes and yachts 

Every day that passes 
That we don't do anything 
Another mother's son 
Is dying on a battlefield 

And while the children fight 
And die for your America 
The corporations run away 
With our fucking world 

So this is war 
Our war 

And just because we're strong 
It doesn't mean we can't be gentle 
We could be gentle 

Fifty cent hearts 
Is that all we're worth?