Songtext This war von Sting

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Sacred love

2003

This war

You've got the mouth of a she wolf
Inside the mask of an innocent lamb
You say your heart is all compassion
But there's just a flat line on your cardiogram

Yet you always made a profit baby
If it was a famine or a feast

Yes, I m the soul of indiscretion,
I was cursed with x ray vision,
I could see right through all the lies you told,
When you smiled for the television

And you can see the coming battle
And you pray the drums will never cease
And you may win this war that's coming
But would you tolerate the peace?

Investing in munitions
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets
In guns and body bags, guns and body bags

Your daddy was a businessman
It always made good sense
You know the war can make you rich my friend
In dollars, pounds and cents

In the temple that was Mammon's
You were ordained the parish priest
Yes you may win this coming battle
But could you tolerate the peace?

Invest in deadly weapons
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets
In guns and body bags
You're investing in oppression
Investing in corruption
Invest in every tyranny
And the whole world's destruction

I imagine there's a future
When all the earthly wars are over
You may find yourself just standing there
On the white cliffs of Dover

You may ask, what does it profit a man
To gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul?
Is that your body you see on the rocks below
As the tide begins to roll?

And you invested in this prison
From which you never got released
And you may have won this war we're fighting
But would you tolerate the peace?

There's a war on our democracy
A war on our dissent
There's a war inside religion
And what Jesus might have meant

There's a war on Mother Nature
There's a war upon the seas
There's a war upon the forests
On the birds and the bees

There's a war on education
There's a war on information
There's a war between the sexes
And every nation

There's a war on our compassion
There's a war on understanding
There's a war on love and life itself
And it's war that they're demanding

Make it easy on yourself
And don't do nothing

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You've got the mouth of a she wolf 
Inside the mask of an innocent lamb 
You say your heart is all compassion 
But there's just a flat line on your cardiogram 
 
Yet you always made a profit baby 
If it was a famine or a feast 
 
Yes, I m the soul of indiscretion, 
I was cursed with x ray vision, 
I could see right through all the lies you told, 
When you smiled for the television 
 
And you can see the coming battle 
And you pray the drums will never cease 
And you may win this war that's coming 
But would you tolerate the peace? 
 
Investing in munitions 
And those little cotton flags 
Invest in wooden caskets 
In guns and body bags, guns and body bags 
 
Your daddy was a businessman 
It always made good sense 
You know the war can make you rich my friend 
In dollars, pounds and cents 
 
In the temple that was Mammon's 
You were ordained the parish priest 
Yes you may win this coming battle 
But could you tolerate the peace? 
 
Invest in deadly weapons 
And those little cotton flags 
Invest in wooden caskets 
In guns and body bags 
You're investing in oppression 
Investing in corruption 
Invest in every tyranny 
And the whole world's destruction 
 
I imagine there's a future 
When all the earthly wars are over 
You may find yourself just standing there 
On the white cliffs of Dover 
 
You may ask, what does it profit a man 
To gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul? 
Is that your body you see on the rocks below 
As the tide begins to roll? 
 
And you invested in this prison 
From which you never got released 
And you may have won this war we're fighting 
But would you tolerate the peace? 
 
There's a war on our democracy 
A war on our dissent 
There's a war inside religion 
And what Jesus might have meant 
 
There's a war on Mother Nature 
There's a war upon the seas 
There's a war upon the forests 
On the birds and the bees 
 
There's a war on education 
There's a war on information 
There's a war between the sexes 
And every nation 
 
There's a war on our compassion 
There's a war on understanding 
There's a war on love and life itself 
And it's war that they're demanding 
 
Make it easy on yourself 
And don't do nothing