Texty: U2. War. Like A Song.

Like a song I hope to sing
I sing it for you
Like the words I have to bring
I bring it for you

And in leather, lace, and chains
We stake our claim
Revolution once again
No I won't

I won't wear it on my sleeve
I can see through this expression
And you know I don't believe
Too old to be told

Exactly who are you
Tonight
Tomorrow's
To late

And we love to wear a badge, a uniform
And we love to fly a flag
But I won't, let others live in Hell
As we divide against each other

And we fight amongst ourselves
Too set in out ways to try to rearrange
Too right to be wrong
In this rebel song

Let the bells ring out
Let the bells ring out

Is there nothing left?
Is there, is there nothing?
Is there nothing left?
Is honesty what you want?

A generation without name
Ripped and torn
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Nothing at all

And if you can't help yourself
Well take a look around you
When others need your time
You say it's time to go, it's your time

Angry words won't stop the fight
Two wrongs won't make it right
A new heart is what I need
Oh God, make it bleed

Is there nothing left?