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Now your Father has told youSon you're naiveTo still be out lookin'For something to believeThe realities of powerAre above your idealsAnd he sure has good reasonsFor the way that he feelsFor man has never hesitatedTo do violent deedsTo ravage this earthAnd take more than he needsCan there be any doubtTo the size of his crimesAfter all that we've seenWithin our own timesOh but what kind of logicIn what kind of brainWhat manner of manWould think it was saneWhat kind of soulAnd what heart that beatsWould chose to kill millionsFor an honorable peaceSongtexteThere are those who will argueIt's all too complexYou must live past the presentTo see it's effectsAs if the peasant in the fieldsHearing planes in the skyWaits for history to tell himIt's his turn to dieNow I'm sorry that you have to hearThese words tonightThey're not pleasant to singThey're not pleasant to writeI know the tide of protestHas passed us somehowOh but when do you speak outIf you don't speak out nowTell meWhat kind of logicIn what kind of brainWhat manner of manWould think it was saneWhat kind of soulAnd what heart that beatsWould chose to kill millionsFor an honorable peaceTell meWhat kind of logicIn what kind of brainWhat manner of manWould think it was saneWhat kind of soulIn what heart that beatsWould chose to kill millionsFor an honorable peaceTell meWhat kind of logicIn what kind of brainWhat manner of manWould think it was saneWhat kind of soulIn what heart that beatsWould chose to kill millionsFor an honorable peace Aus Songtexte Mania