This song seemed rather poignant for me today for some reason – especially that first verse. How many revolutions, both literal and figurative, will be fought over hard and fast definitions of morality and doctrine?
Battle lines are drawn and blood is shed – literally and figuratively. And for what? For the pleasure of being in the right; to lord it over those who don’t believe the same things we do; to claim victory; and to revel in another’s defeat.
We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song