f** the newspapers, forget what's on the TV screen
They'll say we're winning, but they'll never tell you what was gained
Cash into pockets of the businessmen who call the shots
While shots are fired far from all their summer homes and yachts
Every day that pa**es that we don't do anything
Another mother's son is dying on a battlefield
And while the children fight and die for your america
The corporations run away with our f**ing world
Our world
So this is war, our war
And just because we're strong, it doesn't mean we can't be gentle
We could be gentle
Just because we're strong, it doesn't mean we can't be gentle
We could be gentle
Just because we're strong, it doesn't mean we can't be gentle
We could be gentle
Just because we're strong, it doesn't mean we can't be gentle
We could be gentle
We could be gentle
Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts
Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts
Is that all we're worth?