| A man stands up before God and country
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| Raises his right hand and takes an oath
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| Swears he has acted in the line of duty
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| And he more than anyone wants to tell the truth
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| But there is a need to keep some things a secret
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| Some weapons shipments--some private wars
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| In the future democracy will be defended
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| Behind closed doors
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| Now the men of Congress who convene to determine
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| If covert war is a business or a crime
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| Are the same men who routinely give their permission
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| For the shedding of blood in security’s name
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| And there is a need to keep some things a secret
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| The names of some countries--the terms of some deals
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| And above all the sound of the screams of the innocent
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| Beneath our wheels
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| Does the word justice mean anything to you?
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| Are the features of a lie beginning to come through?
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| In the streets of America the children are buried
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| Caught in an avalanche of weapons and drugs
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| They live and they die in the bowels of a business
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| That’s disguised as a war between The Crips and The Bloods
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| And there is a need to keep some things a secret
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| The C.I.A. |
| deals protecting the source
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| And the government policies directly connecting the drugs and our wars
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| Does the word justice mean anything to you?
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| As the battlefield comes home and democracy falls through
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| I am waiting for the time to come
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| When the word will be real for everyone
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| And not just a word but a thing that can be done
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| But justice must be won |