Strings

An eye for an eye
 Soon everybody's blind
 I'm quaking from the demons I'm gonna find
 My back is breaking
 From the things left behind
 Oh say can you see that we're being robbed blind
 And the dead shall walk
 And the truthsayers talk
 Humming in our heads
 As peter pays paul
 It's a rich man's war
 But a poor man's blood
 And the dead shall walk
 And the truthsayers talk
 Its a rich man's war
 But a poor man's blood
 You start to see the strings
 Of the greatest show on earth
 Is this all we are?
 Does it all come down
 To just wanting to be more?
 Come shine on my grave
 Wash the dust from bone
 And the mourning of this sorry slave
 And the dead shall walk
 And the truthsayers talk
 Humming in our heads
 as peter pays paul
 it's a rich man's war
 but a poor man's blood
 and the dead shall walk
 and the truthsayers talk
 it's a rich man's war
 but a poor man's blood
 and you start to see the strings
 of the greatest show on earth