Our Comfortable Lives

(Barry Keenan) 

I saw a man wounded

The physical kind

He had shrapnel in his head

It severed his mind

It’s so terrible war

People suffer and die

While we go on living

Our comfortable lives 

Now the folks on the hill

Have their cocktails at eight

The finest of food

Is served on their plate

They dine and decide

Your future and fate

You have to be special

To get through their gate 

Now for thousands of years

We can’t get it right

We torture and maim

And kill when we fight

It’s a terrible war

People suffer and die

While we go on living

Our comfortable lives 

I think a cease fire

Would serve us all well

It’s time to bring peace

And love to this hell

Death after death

It’s the toll of the knell

It’s time we start ringing

The new freedom bell

I saw a man wounded

The psychological kind

He had hate in his head

And death on his mind

It’s a terrible war

The innocent die

While we go on living

Our comfortable lives

Our comfortable lives

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