Tell me brother from across the line,
When did our love for each other become so defined,
You aim your gun at me,
I aim my gun at you,
But neither of us are going home alive,

You remember the days,
Where it didnt matter who called the plays?
Do you remember the song,
How all our brothers and sisters sang along,

Or have you forgotten with your gun powder,
Youre slaves and your rights,
That we all came from the same flesh,
Despite what Congress writes,

Now tell me brother are you going to shoot?
Are you going to end us right here and now?
Or brother are you going to hand in our loots?
And head to the local bar downtown