Inaugurational B.O.

Standing on their naked stance
Waiting for war to give a chance
Fighting sticks and stones without a glance

Buried futures cast in ashes
Cradles drowned from tears and clashes
All because some crazy wind blew by

Prophesying ghosts of justice
Making clowns out of a ten-piece
While holding on to someone else's keys

Sitting on a kingly seat
Strangling, smiling, looking neat
Turning round to ask what it's all about

There won't be
No there won't be
There won't be war anymore

There won't be
Lord, no there won't be
There won't be war anymore

But now the page it takes a flip
A hero taking to the streets
With all the stars promised into a heap

What used to be a circus show
Buried now beneath the snow
Hope stands at the edge of morning glow

Hands that once used to hold black
Now promises to hold sorrows back
Putting truth and faith onto the track

Pointing a finger to the sky
Fist unclenched with a joyous cry
A glorious march now to victorai

There won't be
No there won't be
There won't be war anymore

There won't be
Lord, no there won't be
There won't be war anymore