now, the drums they are a pounding and the sabers they are rattlin'
flags are running up the pole
alotta prayers are getting prayed...horn sections havin' their say.
alotta noise to be made...
when they beat plowshares into swords
when they beat plowshares into swords
they're splitting into factions and those knee-jerk reactions
generals sitting round getting bored
how does a single drop of blood turn into a flood?
i guess black magic happens...
when they beat plowshares into swords
when they beat plowshares into swords
You can't estimate the costs; no getting back what got lost
ain't no point in really keep score
nothing new upon the table since Cain took out Abel
repercussions they just happen
when they beat plowshares into swords
when they beat plowshares into swords
Now babe the sky is blue and i'd love to dream a dream with you
forever and a day i would adore
seems like there's always one man whose got some kind of other plans
Ya' keep in step and they march you off to war.
now we're waiting for the shoe to drop and they're smiling for their photo-op
but it's the boxes on the runway that tell the score
and the drums keep on a poundin'
peace she's always drowning
alotta sh** it just happens when
when they beat plowshares into swords
when they beat plowshares into swords
...and the tears fall like rain
and there's no medicine for such pain
and darkness wins again
when they beat plowshares into swords
when they beat plowshares into swords