A Protest Song Is A Song That's

Maybe We Should Raise Our Voices, Ask Somebody Why. But Demonstrations Are A Drag, Besides We're Much Too High.

Oh You Tell Me That There's Danger To The Land You Call Your Own, And You Watch Them Build The War Machine Right Beside Your Home, And You Tell Me That You're Ready To Go Marchin' To The War, I Know You're Set For Fighting, But What Are You Fighting For?

Comfort His Family With A Telegram, We Regret To Inform You We Lost A Man, But We Gave Him The Highest Medal Of The Land.

The People Who Carried The Burden, Who Marked In Strange Field In Search Of An Answer, And Ended Their Journeys An Unwilling Hero.

The Truest Protest Is Beauty.