Barry Keenan - Our Comfortable Lives Lyrics

Our Comfortable Lives
(Barry Keenan)

I saw a man wounded
The physical kind
He had shrapnel in his head
It severed his mind
It's a terrible war
People suffer and die
While we go on living
Our comfortable lives

Now the folks on the hill
Have their cocktails at eight
The finest of food
Is served on their plate
They dine and decide
Your future and fate
You have to be special
To get through their gate

Now for thousands of years
We can't get it right
We torture and maim
And kill when we fight
It's a terrible war
People suffer and die
While we go on living
Our comfortable lives

I think a cease fire
Would serve us all well
It's time to bring peace
And love to this hell
Death after death
It's the toll of the knell
It's time we start ringing
The new freedom bell

I saw a man wounded
The psychological kind
He had hate in his head
And death on his mind
It's a terrible war
The innocent die
While we go on living
Our comfortable lives
Our comfortable lives