Lyrics

They ask what we want: "Butter or bombs?" And how they laugh When someone Dares to mumble That butter would be better Gee aren't we silly We're just thinking with our belly How can there be butter When we don't have bombs? To protect the cows And how can the grass grow When we don't defend it So once again they ask: "What do you want Butter or bombs? The choice is yours" Of course They ask what we want: "Butter or bombs? The choice is yours" Of course! Of course! I tried to tell you But you're not home In fact it seems You're never home The lights are on But you're not there Are you deaf Or don't you care I tried to call I know you're home Hey, cut your wrists But not the phone They ask what we want: "Butter or bombs? The choice is yours" Of course! Of course! The lights are on But you're not there Are you deaf Or don't you care I tried to call I know you're home Hey, cut your wrists But not the phone