Taking Sides

hey pig, you got a job to do
and I will have to do mine;
and if one of us should die first
then that’s just the battle line.
You’ll dehumanize me
and I’ll dehumanize you
and when we look into the other’s eyes
we’ll still not see the warm truth.
It’s fighting that’s in my blood
and it’s you that I have to hate;
it’s no one’s fault –
just the twisted hand of fate
delivered from my father
and his before that;
like your’s and your son’s
to wear that dark blue hat.
We were the same, once,
playing together on lawns,
but now we stand opposed;
you with guns, me with songs.
Will you think of us on our bikes
as your finger begins its squeeze,
riding across town to see a girl
and feel that warm desert breeze?
That will be all I can think of
when I see your cold heart die,
and you remember us together again
so that your soul will come alive.