Sticks and Shields

There's violence in the air tonight It's brewing up a storm In the cold, we stand united Trying to keep each other warm The truncheons give percussion And their beat's not one of peace It's a hard, macabre march Advancing down these crowded streets And arm in arm, we sing our anthems Arm in arm we cry That we have won this war already Because love is on our side Though we know that love has never Won a war before If we stand strong and tall We may just have something worth standing for We pray to any god who'd listen Help us find the peace we're missing, please So sick of living on our knees There's violence in the air tonight There's a riot on the streets We're spitting blood and desperate words Through a cage of broken teeth We're all in love, and all in war All with our beliefs So beautiful, so passionate Such a primitive release As the riot vans come rolling And we scatter like leaves The sirens sing a symphony To bring about the peace 60 sticks and shields Against protesting pacifists Just pleading for a respite From the riot marines We pray to any god who'd listen Help us find the peace we're missing, please So sick of living on our knees We pray to any god who'd listen Help us find the peace we're missing We never had an answer given 'Til we stood up, and found a reason for Love to end the war