Used to think that you could do nothing
That was wrong, you'd only do right
But things have changed and now I've got to wonder
Why exactly you've been starting your fights
Is something burning? What’s that smell?
Red & Blue, have you got something to tell?
You pretend to sing a righteous song
But everybody’s saying that you've been doing wrong

You better stop
Putting people down
You better stop
Doing people harm
You better stop
Pushing them around
Now the world's on fire
And Sam, you got the match in your hand

You like the throw around the ultimatums
And pretend to be the wise one
You're not my uncle, we're not related
My forefathers wouldn't call you a son
My eyes are burning from the smoke you blow
You blind the masses, but a few still know
Your playground antics, we simply can't ignore
Call it what it is: a Lunch Money War

Television information feeding our fears
You're busy building hatred that will last for years
Military circus show at any cost
How can we be free when the truth is lost?

Written by Kelli Caldwell & Gil Reynolds
Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Drums: Gil Reynolds