Time came to leave    You know there's something    About the principle    Of what goes on behind the scenes    The military machine    The way they led me on...    Stiletto in the sand    Thrusted down in anger    Bloody to the handle    Diamond red    Machines of mass destruction    Well I helped to design them    The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands       The word from the board room    Our boys in Tehran have scored       How long till we realize the truth?    The bottom line of defense and world security    The bankers and the ministry of arms    Just cut the deal and the war is on    The village burned the desert set ablaze    Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie?    Big rockets and their profiles all the rage    Their business plan calls for ware for sale       Please understand    Until I saw all this    I never thought about the third world trampled under wheels    Out in the streets and in the fields    I simply questioned it all...    Stiletto in the sand    Fingers on the triggers    Tempers boiling over    Bleed them red       Machines of mass destruction    Oh why did I design them?    The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands       Napalm and land mines    Nobody left alive       How long 'til we realize the truth?    The bottom line of defense and world security    the banker's and the ministry of arms    Just cut the deal and the war is on    The market screams a recommended buy    The contract's in don't just sit there get your broker on the line    Big money left their morals far behind    Guess what we've got - we got war for sale       How long 'til we realize the truth?    The bottom line of defense and world security    the banker's and the ministry of arms    Just cut the deal and the war is on    The village burned the desert set ablaze    Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie?    Then freedom's ring departed from today    There's just no doubt - we got war for sale!