[00:00.00] 作曲 : Rik Millhouse/Nick Roth
[00:12.69]This war is a lie
[01:24.03]Judge the righteous from their place on high
[01:28.98]But I wonder who they'd blame
[01:29.70]If their ivory towers were set aflame
[01:38.52]And how did it seem
[01:38.91]To watch 9/11 on a TV screen?
[02:41.37]While we lived through it
[02:41.79]City's burning in a fiery pit
[02:44.88]We march across the killing fields
[02:48.60]We set the laws with swords and shield
[03:26.70]Our funeral pyres light up the sky
[03:28.44]We send our children off to die
[03:33.21]Treacherous paths we walk alone
[03:41.43]Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
[03:44.55]These are the chances that we take
[03:45.54]The sacrifices we must make
[03:48.27]Now a shaky hand
[03:48.78]Brings the news from a far off land
[03:50.01]This man, they cut him down
[03:53.40]Spilled his blood on foreign ground
[03:55.50]His loss should be a sign
[03:56.28]Of valor to those left behind
[04:02.64]The end, the letter read
[04:03.18]"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son is dead"

作曲 : Rik Millhouse/Nick Roth
This war is a lie
Judge the righteous from their place on high
But I wonder who they'd blame
If their ivory towers were set aflame
And how did it seem
To watch 9/11 on a TV screen?
While we lived through it
City's burning in a fiery pit
We march across the killing fields
We set the laws with swords and shield
Our funeral pyres light up the sky
We send our children off to die
Treacherous paths we walk alone
Our hands and hearts have turned to stone
These are the chances that we take
The sacrifices we must make
Now a shaky hand
Brings the news from a far off land
This man, they cut him down
Spilled his blood on foreign ground
His loss should be a sign
Of valor to those left behind
The end, the letter read
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but your son is dead"