When both sides are right
and no one will admit to wrong
And they stand and face each other
to the death like fighting cocks
All reason stays lost
buried in our history’s fog
Our innocence gunned down
in the street like a pistol shot
And everybody’s talking
saying nothing much
All angry men who concede no ground
and give nothing up
As the green shoots of hope
are trampled into the mud
And blindly we run
head on into the great cut up
Tell me who’s gonna make the peace?
Me or you who’s gonna make the first move?
Who’s gonna make the peace?
And the politicians bleat and bray
on the right side of wrong
While their brown tongues extend
from Whitehall to Washington
And the sexual revolution
puts the church to bed
With a gay priest who prays aloud
while the last rites are read
Tell me who’s gonna make the peace?
Me or you who’s gonna make the first move?
Who’s gonna make the peace?