White Men in ties discussing missile size,
Right men tell lies, discussing missile size,
“More bombs, bigger size”, they say through bloodshot
eyes,
“No way to verify – the other side still lies!”
White men in ties discussing missile size.
Why don’t we call ourselves a summit? –to debate the
all insane,
How to justify our efforts go most surely down the
drain,
I’ll bet you know mine is bigger, but you can’t be
really sure,
One wrong move and I’ll pull the trigger, and hell will
rain from the skies!
White Men in ties discussing missile size,
Money goes to oversize, discussing missile size,
Through space they’ll fly – no defense could survive,
Peace through big size –an awkward compromise,
White men in ties discussing missile size.
Look at all we’ve wasted in a childish game like that,
“Yours is longer” / “Mine is wider” – “We have more to
battle back”
It never really matters what they do or what they try,
Just lament the wasted energies while a hungry world
still cries.
White Men in ties discussing missile size,
Right men tell lies, discussing missile size,
“More bombs, bigger size”, they say through bloodshot
eyes,
“No way to verify – the other side still lies!”
White men in ties discussing missile size.