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Western Oklahoma ninteen forty threeI always felt grateful to live in the land of the freeI gave up my father to South KoreaThe mind of my brother to VietnamNow there's a banker who says I must give up my landThere are four generations of blood in this topsoilFour generations of love on this farmBefore I give up I would gladly give up my right armWhat are we making weapons forWhy keep on feeding the war machineWe take it right out of the mouths of our babiesTake it away from the hands of the poorTell me, what are we making weapons forI had a son and my son was a soldierHe was so like my father, he was so much like meTo be a good comrade was the best that he dreamed he could beHe gave up his future to revolutionHis life to a battle that just can't be wonFor this is not living, to live at the point of a gunI remember the nine hundred days of LeningradThe sound of the dying, the cut of the coldI remember the moments I prayed I would never grow oldWhat are we making weapons forWhy keep on feeding the war machineWe take it right out of the mouths of our babiesTake it away from the hands of the poorTell me, what are we making weapons forFor the first time in my life I feel like a prisonerA slave to the ways of the powers that beAnd I fear for my children, as I fear for the future I seeTell me how can it be we're still fighting each otherWhat does it take for a people to learnIf our song is not sung as a chorus, we surely will burnWhat are we making weapons forWhy keep on feeding the war machineWe take it right out of the mouths of our babiesTake it away from the hands of the poorTell me, what are we making weapons forHave we forgottenAll the lives that were givenAll the vows that were takenSaying never againNow for the first timeThis could be the last timeIf peace is our visionLet us beginHave we forgottenAll the lives that were givenAll the vows that were takenSaying never againNow for the first timeThis could be the last timeIf peace is our visionLet us begin, Let us begin.