[Instrumental Intro]
*Whistling*

[Bridge]
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
And I don't wanna hear no more

[Verse 1]
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has— side to side
And the wars go on and the years go by
For the love of God and human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil war

[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 2]
You wear a black armband when they shot the man
Who said, "Peace could last forever"?
And in my first memories, they shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall in D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom when it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin' for their promised land, and

[Chorus]
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich, while it buries the poor
Your power-hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fuckin' fresh?
I don't need your civil war
Ooh, no, no, no, no-whoa, no-whoa, no

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Look at the shoes you're fillin'
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't wanna hear no more
[Verse 3]
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still, the wars go on and the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
And all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars, yeah

[Guitar Solo]

[Spoken Word Interlude]
We practice selective annihilation
Of mayors and government officials
For example, to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer

[Chorus]
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich, while it buries the poor
Your power-hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fuckin' fresh?
I don't need your civil war
No, no, no, no-whoa, no-whoa, no
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power-hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh?
I don't need one more war (your civil war)
No, no, no, no-whoa, no-whoa, no
[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
I don't need one more war
No, no, no, no-whoa, no-whoa, no

[Spoken Word]
What's so civil about war, anyway?

[Instrumental Outro]
*Whistling*