Lyrics:

Time came to leave

You know there's something

About the principle

Of what goes on behind the scenes

The military machine

The way they led me on...

Stiletto in the sand

Thrusted down in anger

Bloody to the handle

Diamond red

Machines of mass destruction

Well I helped to design them

The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands



The word from the board room

Our boys in Tehran have scored



How long till we realize the truth?

The bottom line of defense and world security

The bankers and the ministry of arms

Just cut the deal and the war is on

The village burned the desert set ablaze

Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie?

Big rockets and their profiles all the rage

Their business plan calls for ware for sale



Please understand

Until I saw all this

I never thought about the third world trampled under wheels

Out in the streets and in the fields

I simply questioned it all...

Stiletto in the sand

Fingers on the triggers

Tempers boiling over

Bleed them red



Machines of mass destruction

Oh why did I design them?

The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands



Napalm and land mines

Nobody left alive



How long 'til we realize the truth?

The bottom line of defense and world security

the banker's and the ministry of arms

Just cut the deal and the war is on

The market screams a recommended buy

The contract's in don't just sit there get your broker on the line

Big money left their morals far behind

Guess what we've got - we got war for sale



How long 'til we realize the truth?

The bottom line of defense and world security

the banker's and the ministry of arms

Just cut the deal and the war is on

The village burned the desert set ablaze

Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie?

Then freedom's ring departed from today

There's just no doubt - we got war for sale!