The Uncivil War

There's a silence on the front lines You can cut it with a knife You can stay and take your chances Or you can run to save your life And one side is retreating And the other's running scared And the drums of war are beating Ever through it's undeclared And both sides say they're winning And both sides know they're losing And neither one knows what they're fighting for And in the quiet little places You can see their little faces Huddled right outside the bedroom door Praying for an end to this uncivil war Papa needs a new job So he's swallowing his pride Oh, but it don't go down easy And it eats him up inside And mama, she don't notice Little sister's ragged dress Lately, she don't notice much of anything I guess They're just fighting off the hunger Trying to keep from going under But the wolves just keep on gathering around the door There's no place to run for cover So they're turning on each other Because there really ain't no winners anymore Just victims in this uncivil war There's a silence on the front lines You can cut it with a knife You can stay and take your chances Or you can run to save your life