Lyrics
Sousa said: “Play for the dead
Blow your horn for the nation”
I say: “Put your gun away
Marching band’s your station”
I try and understand why
Soldiers have to go to war and die
Can’t we find the enemy
And hum a hymn or sing a lullaby?
War starts when the music stops
There’ll be peace when the beat drops, not bombs
And we’ll all get along
We should spit rhymes not hate
Why kill when you can educate? Not bombs
And we’ll all sing along
You laugh but lines on the staff
Are much better than lines in the sand
Borders, following orders
I know I’ll never understand
It’s not that I’ve forgot
Wagner and uniforms
It’s just that I can trust
Lennon and new societal norms
War starts when the music stops
There’ll be peace when the beat drops, not bombs
And we’ll all get along
We should spit rhymes not hate
Why kill when you can educate? Not bombs
And we’ll all sing along
Forty-five caliber vinyl live
Off the wax or out the barrel?
Nice sound or six feet underground
Holy war or Christmas carol?
I stand to salute the band
Live music or live ammunition?
Just dance, get into a trance
Sing’em into submission
War starts when the music stops
There’ll be peace when the beat drops, not bombs
And we’ll all get along
We should spit rhymes not hate
Why kill when you can educate? Not bombs
And we’ll all sing along
And I’ve suspended reality just for this song
Pretended we could all get along