Letras
11th century AD
A king says, "Come to war with me
And never mind thou shalt not kill
We're dealing now with infidels"
He raises high his sword and then he charges forth with all his men
And with the blessing of the papacy a righteous tongue he screams
The ends, they justify the means, my friends
Oh, the ends, they justify the means
They tell him a life is nothing more than a weapon in a time of war
And this is the only way we've found to tear these mighty symbols down
In the cockpit now, he starts to steer so all the world will clearly hear
These once benign flying machines shouting out of TV screens
The ends, they justify the means, my friends
Oh, the ends, they justify the means
The talking heads are shouting now, working hard to break it down
'Cause reasons get a little blurred when justice is a household word
And as the stations ratings soar, night vision cameras watch the war
While far across a veil of sea, we cheer the black and flashing greens
The ends, they justify the means, my friends
Oh, the ends, they justify the means
The boss looks down upon it all from his tower's windowed walls
Says, "I know how to play this game, and everybody knows my name"
He preys upon the people's fears, and tells them what they want to hear
And they celebrate his victory, on the front of tabloid magazines
The ends, they justify the means, my friends
Oh, the ends, they justify the means
He climbed upon a mountain high and spoke to every passerby
Everyone you ever knew is really just a part of you
They see the life you choose to live, and they feel the hope you choose to give
And every word you ever say, you teach the world to live that way
And when society had had enough, they beat him down and lifted him up
They crossed his feet and raised his hands, and quietly he whispered, then
"The means, they justify the ends, my friends
Oh, the means, they justify the ends, my friends
Oh, the means, they justify the ends"