Hey Ma

Now the towers have fallen

So much dust in the air

It affected your vision, couldn't see yourself clear

From the fall came such choices

Even worse than the fall, there's this chain of consequences

Within, without



Action cause and reaction

Never follows to plan

Black swans on your picnic table, knocking over the jam

Please don't preach me forgiveness, you're hardwired for revenge

War is just about business

Within, without



Hey ma, the boys in body bags

Coming home in pieces

(x3)

Coming home in pieces

War (x4)



The dead live on within us, keep your fingers crossed

We were choking on the smoke and the dust and the lives that were lost

Scratch the surface of liberals

There's a beast underneath, others hiding their Jeckylls

Within, without



Hey ma, the boys in body bags

Coming home in pieces

(x3)

Coming home in pieces

War (x4)



I can feel the daylight (x2)

Raining on me (x2)