Not In My Name

All is quiet Nothing left to hate No signs of life to practice what you preach Sorry comes too late Play a little game called Blind Man's Bluff Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off First part, bang, comes full stop Returning us all back to dust Not in my name Better check yourself Play your game somewhere else A little sacrifice for your foe Got your sticks, your stones A place all your own So much for unholy war [Spoken] Large parts of the world are faced with starvation while others are living in abundance Territorial questions and arguments of power still prevail over the essential demand of common welfare and justice Regret, the bitter pill of defeat It's ever only after, only after mistakes were made The urge to blow apart and set it straight It's either do it my way or the hard way No matter what the consequence Here's a little cash called hush-man money Turn a blind eye, get gone and run Shoot ‘em all down Smoke ‘em all out We got bigger toys and media clout Not in my name Never let yourself Stand above the world itself You've no authority, you've got it wrong You're rich and fat, what more could you get? Damn you and your holy war Better check yourself Play your game somewhere else A little sacrifice for your foe Got your sticks, your stones A place all your own So much for unholy war [Spoken] We cannot slacken in our efforts to make the nations of the world aware of the unspeakable disaster they are certain to provoke unless they change their attitude towards the task of shaping the future All is quiet All is defeat Never let yourself Stand above the world itself You've no authority, you've got it wrong You're rich and fat, what more could you get? Damn you and your holy war Not in my name All is quiet All is defeat Not in my name