Do we know what we're fighting for,
'cause it isn't real clear,
Does anyone know what we're fighting for,
'cause I can't tell from here.
We swing and punch and pound and prod,
Something we choose... not of God,
I wail and rail and flail the rod,
So, the crowd will roar and applaud.
Crowding out the light,
We fight, fight, fight,
All day and through the night.
Does anyone know what we're fighting for,
Her image we smear,
Losing all we hold dear,
Does anyone know what we're fighting for?