Raise Up the Dead

© 1983 Neal
Gladstone

Raise up the dead for your money
Ask them for their sacrifice
And raise up the dead for weapons
I want nothing to do with your lies
Tell them you speak for the children
Argue an eye for an eye
And raise up the dead for your weapons
I want nothing to do with your lies
You speak of freedom
And you speak of peace
While you keep shortening the fuse
On those dark weapons
That you built to defend us
That we must never use
And what will you do with the billions
How many lives will it buy?
And raise up the dead for your weapons
I want nothing to do with your lies
I’ve heard your promises for so long now
But I’m still as hungry as I was
For all those benefits that came to you
That never came to us
And when the last city is burning
How many tears will you cry?
I said raise up the dead for your weapons
I want nothing to do with your lies