these initial shock waves can't last they're gonna want to see the real love soon they're gonna want to see the real bombs in the air they're gonna want to hear the real songs in their ears they're gonna burn the flag poles when they find out they're gonna cry with salty tears they're gonna call themselves witnesses for the truth they're gonna speak the broken language of love and all of us kids want the same thing from our lives so come on out now before we start shooting we're gonna tear the bars off the windows and our voices will be instruments for the truth then we'll probably migrate to the coast line to tangle with the salt in the air listen to the hush of our babies after all the fighting is through and the evening will come true to all who suffer and the morning come a chance to renew and all of us kids want the same thing from our lives so come on out now before we start shooting (repeat)