Our Comfortable Lives

Our Comfortable Lives (Barry Keenan) I saw a man wounded The physical kind He had shrapnel in his head It severed his mind It's a terrible war People suffer and die While we go on living Our comfortable lives Now the folks on the hill Have their cocktails at eight The finest of food Is served on their plate They dine and decide Your future and fate You have to be special To get through their gate Now for thousands of years We can't get it right We torture and maim And kill when we fight It's a terrible war People suffer and die While we go on living Our comfortable lives I think a cease fire Would serve us all well It's time to bring peace And love to this hell Death after death It's the toll of the knell It's time we start ringing The new freedom bell I saw a man wounded The psychological kind He had hate in his head And death on his mind It's a terrible war The innocent die While we go on living Our comfortable lives Our comfortable lives