Voodoo Child (Slight Return) / Civil War - Live In New York, Ritz Theatre - May 16, 1991

*Whistling* Look at your young men fighting Look at your women crying Look at your young men dying The way they've always done before Look at the hate we're breeding Look at the fear we're feeding Look at the lives we're leading The way we've always done before My hands are tied The billions shift from side to side And still the wars go on with brainwashed pride Love of God and human right And all these dreams are swept asidе By bloody hands time can't deny And are washеd away by your genocide History bears the scars of our civil war D'you wear a black armband when they shot the man Who said, "Peace could last forever"? And in my first memories, they shot Kennedy And I went numb when I learned to see So I never fell for Vietnam We got the wall in D.C. to remind us all That you can't trust freedom when it's not in your hand When everybody's fightin' for their promised land[Chorus] And I don't need your civil war It feeds the rich, while it buries the poor You're power-hungry sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store Ain't that fresh? I don't need your civil war No-no-no, no-woah, no-woah, no Look at the shoes you're filling Look at the blood we're spilling Look at the world we're killing The way we've always done before Look in the hurt we've wallowed Look at the leaders we followed Look at the lies we swallowed And I don't wanna hear no more My hands are tied For all I've seen has changed my mind But still, the wars go on with brainwashed pride With no love of God or human right And all these dreams are swept aside Bloody hands of the hypnotized Carry the cross of homicide And history bears the scars of our civil war[Guitar Solo] We practice selective annihilation Of mayors and government officials For example, to create a vacuum Then we fill that vacuum As popular war advances Peace is closer I don't need your civil war I don't need your civil war (It feeds the rich, while it buries the poor) You're power-hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store Ain't that fresh? I don't need one more war (Your civil war) No-no-no, no-woah, no-woah, no (I don't need your civil war) (Feeds the rich while it buries the poor) I don't need one more war Your power-hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store (Ain't that fresh, baby?) I don't need your civil war No-no-no, no-woah, no-woah, no [Guitar Solo][Outro] I don't need one more war No-no, no-woah, no-woah, no What's so civil about war anyway? *Whistling* Please bear with us with our taking our time and shit but I swear, I can't go to re— I can't rehearse unless I got somethin' like this happen I mean, you can work on a r— song, on a song And you can work on recording it 'til hell freezes over But if you're gonna play it again, you guys are the only thing that make it fuckin' worthwhile