these initial shock waves can't last

they're gonna want to see the real love soon

they're gonna want to see the real bombs in the air

they're gonna want to hear the real songs in their ears

they're gonna burn the flag poles when they find out

they're gonna cry with salty tears

they're gonna call themselves witnesses for the truth

they're gonna speak the broken language of love

and all of us kids want

the same thing from our lives

so come on out now

before we start shooting

we're gonna tear the bars off the windows

and our voices will be instruments for the truth

then we'll probably migrate to the coast line

to tangle with the salt in the air

listen to the hush of our babies

after all the fighting is through

and the evening will come true to all who suffer

and the morning come a chance to renew

and all of us kids want

the same thing from our lives

so come on out now

before we start shooting (repeat)