Barbed Wire

wrapped up in the loving arms of a war
 what industry is worth dying for
 its all a race to the top of the pantheon in the time we've got
 built a wall to keep us clean
 where the skin is fair and the grass is green
 three car garage, a house by the sea
 to keep out all those who disagree
 barbed wire killed the buffalo
 telephone killed the radio
 we're killing the time before our turn
 it keeps out, it keeps in the devils rope against my skin
 spits fire until there's nothing left to burn
 cold blood go figure
 from the man behind the desk to the one behind the trigger
 there's silent anguish in every language
 it all sounds the same no matter what day its
 I can remember a world without fear
 before I heard the clock ticking in my ear
 barbed wire killed the buffalo
 telephone killed the radio
 we're killing the time before our turn
 it keeps out, it keeps in the devils rope against my skin
 spits fire until theres nothing left to burn