Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sting
Vocals
Kipper
Keyboards
Donal Hodgson
Programming
Danny Quatrochi
Performer
Dominic Miller
Guitar
Jason Rebello
Piano
Manu Katché
Drums
Vincent Colaiuta
Drums
Jeff Young
Performer
Chris Botti
Trumpet
Clark Gayton
Trombone
Christian McBride
Double Bass
Dave Hartley
Performer
Joy Rose
Vocals
Lance Ellington
Background Vocals
Donna Gardier
Background Vocals
Ada Dyer
Background Vocals
Aref Durvesh
Performer
Jacqueline Thomas
Cello
Levon Minassian
Performer
Valerie Denys
Castanets
Bahija Rhapl
Additional Vocals
Choeur de Radio France
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sting
Composer
Dave Hartley
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sting
Producer
Kipper
Producer
Simon Osborne
Mixing Engineer
Hopps
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
You've got the mouth of a she wolf
Inside the mask of an innocent lamb
You say your heart is all compassion
But there's just a flat line on your cardiogram
Yet you always made a profit baby
If it was a famine or a feast
Yes, I'm the soul of indiscretion
I was cursed with X-ray vision
I could see right through all the lies you told
When you smiled for the television
And you can see the coming battle
You pray the drums will never cease
And you may win this war that's coming
But would you tolerate the peace?
Investing in munitions
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets
In guns and body bags, guns and body bags
Your daddy was a businessman
And it always made good sense
You know the war can make you rich my friend
In dollars, pounds and cents
In the temple that was mammon's
You were ordained the parish priest
Yes, you may win this coming battle
But could you tolerate the peace?
Invest in deadly weapons
And those little cotton flags
Invest in wooden caskets
In guns and body bags
You're invested in oppression
Investing in corruption
Invest in every tyranny
And the whole world's destruction
I imagine there's a future
When all the earthly wars are over
You may find yourself just standing there
On the white cliffs of dover
You may ask, what does it profit a man
To gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul?
Is that your body you see on the rocks below
As the tide begins to roll?
And you invested in this prison
From which you never got released
You may have won this war we're fighting
But would you tolerate the peace?
There's a war on our democracy
A war on our dissent
There's a war inside religion
And what Jesus might have meant
There's a war on Mother Nature
A war upon the seas
There's a war upon the forests
On the birds and the bees
There's a war on education
A war on information
A war between the sexes
And every nation
A war on our compassion
A war on understanding
A war on love and life itself
It's war that they're demanding
Make it easy on yourself
And don't do nothing
Make it easy on yourself
Don't do nothing
Make it easy on yourself
Don't do nothing
Make it easy on yourself
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner
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