The Old, The Beard and The Suit

The old man said and the crowd heard
Empty words in a sea of contradictions

Don't mess with the people who own the guns
Don't mess with the people that own the bombs

Tell the joke
Burn the book
Stab them with the sword of truth

Open their eyes to a whole new world
Open their minds to find some hope

The beard man said to burn the infidels
Riding the oil, becoming millionaire

Don't mess with me, I own the guns
Don't mess with me, I own the bombs

Tell the joke
Burn the book
Stab them with the sword of truth

Open their eyes to a whole new world
Open their minds to find some hope

The suit man said with his sweet voice
Freedom, hope and glory, not to the others

Don't mess with us, we own the guns
Don't mess with us, we own the bombs

Tell the joke
Burn the book
Stab them with the sword of truth

Open their eyes to a whole new world
Open their minds to find some hope