They say the money’s gone, the budget’s running dry

[Verse 1] They say the money’s gone, the budget’s running dry, but patients are left waiting while the wealthy turn their eyes. “The medicine’s too costly,” though it could save a life, yet when the w*r drums thunder, the billions come alive. ⸻ [Chorus] There’s always money for weapons, for w*r, for bitter old men who still hunger for more. But where is the heart, where is the care? What of the sick who could breathe longer air? We don’t need generals, or soldiers marching on, the earth is crying out for a mother’s song. ⸻ [Verse 2] The billions roll out quickly, without a single f***t, no hearings, no debates—just signed off overnight. But when a human struggles just to stay alive, they’re told it’s far too costly, their hope is denied. ⸻ [Chorus] There’s always money for weapons, for w*r, for bitter old men who still hunger for more. But where is the heart, where is the care? What of the sick who could breathe longer air? We don’t need generals, or soldiers marching on, the earth is crying out for a mother’s song. ⸻ [Bridge] For hundreds of years we’ve gone down this road, more bombs, more b***d—yet peace is still untold. The planet whispers softly: “Take care of my life. Spend on the living, not endless strife.” ⸻ [Final Chorus] There’s always money for weapons, for w*r, for bitter old men who still hunger for more. But we need compassion, we need love that is strong, the courage to say: “Enough—no more bombs.” We don’t need generals, or soldiers marching on, the earth is crying out for a mother’s song.