TOOLS OF FOOLS By Tom Jensen
Who wants to remember?
Who wants to forget?
Who wants a revolution?
Who wants to be led?
Who wants to be a leader?
Who still needs a saviour?
Who is willing to do right now
Whatever it is I tell ya?
Who is willing to buy
Whatever it is they're selling ya?
Who is willing to give it the old college try...
Come on and give me a yell now!
I got something new for you
'Cause what we got right now won't do
Everywhere I look this seems to be true
All I see are people being used...
I bet it's happening
right now to you
At the top of the hill
There's some silly fool
Blowing his horn to start the charge
But in the front lines it's your mind
That screams at you as you're alarmed
As you find yourself alone and unarmed
To the admirer of the great empire
Goes seeking the treasures and the spoils
Only because his hands never had to
Go turning over the soil
Of a freshly dug grave
Of a soldier who went to war
Of a life that could have been saved
Had they known what they were fighting for
But what does the fool care
if a mother dies from despair
Because when her child came home
A box of pieces was what was waiting there?