Now your Father has told you

Son you're naive

To still be out lookin'

For something to believe

The realities of power

Are above your ideals

And he sure has good reasons

For the way that he feels



For man has never hesitated

To do violent deeds

To ravage this earth

And take more than he needs

Can there be any doubt

To the size of his crimes

After all that we've seen

Within our own times



Oh but what kind of logic

In what kind of brain

What manner of man

Would think it was sane

What kind of soul

And what heart that beats

Would chose to kill millions

For an honorable peace



There are those who will argue

It's all too complex

You must live past the present

To see it's effects

As if the peasant in the fields

Hearing planes in the sky

Waits for history to tell him

It's his turn to die



Now I'm sorry that you have to hear

These words tonight

They're not pleasant to sing

They're not pleasant to write

I know the tide of protest

Has passed us somehow

Oh but when do you speak out

If you don't speak out now



Tell me

What kind of logic

In what kind of brain

What manner of man

Would think it was sane

What kind of soul

And what heart that beats

Would chose to kill millions

For an honorable peace



Tell me

What kind of logic

In what kind of brain

What manner of man

Would think it was sane

What kind of soul

In what heart that beats

Would chose to kill millions

For an honorable peace



Tell me

What kind of logic

In what kind of brain

What manner of man

Would think it was sane

What kind of soul

In what heart that beats

Would chose to kill millions

For an honorable peace

Writer : GOFFIN, GERRY/BARRY GOLDBERG
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing