Andy Hill, Renee Safier and Hard Rain

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Men in high places
With their gavels and maps
Anonymous faces
Satellites, wire taps
There's a pipeline flowin'
Next to a feather in the dirt
You check to see which way the wind is blowin'
You can never be sure

Open your eyes, take a look around
Everybody's waving flags
And the fuse keeps burnin' down

Ronnie was 20 years old
Served like his father proud and brave
He believed his president
In the manner he was raised
He came back wounded
And with a terminal disease
That no one knows the name of
In these years of secrecy

Open your eyes, take a look around
Everybody's waving flags
While the fuse keeps burnin' down

There's a cave inside a mountain
And a hunter on a hill
We try to tame the beast
We first trained how to kill

But truth arrives in whispers
And enlightenment if at all
With shackles round the ankles
And rattles down the hall

Where hatred spirals
She rises like a ghost from a gun
From the heart of every wounded father
Through the veins of every son