Tekster: Stephen Stills. Feed the People.

Why not feed the people everywhere
And let the peace begin?
Turn your swords to ploughshares everywhere
And feed the people

When the far away third world countries
People need to be fed
So explain this to politicians
While we send them guns instead

Of the seeds that they're planting in the ground
Making their own way
Self-sufficient without permission
From the good old U.S.A.

But it seems they owe us a lot of money
And do you know what for?
'Cause the friends of Senator Arrogant
Made a killing on this civil war

Why not feed the people everywhere
And let the peace begin?
Turn your swords to ploughshares everywhere
And feed the people

It is hard to raise an army
When your children are all fed
They got no motivation
Making other people dead

Even with government persuasion
Of the most compelling kind
Give them a choice they'll be looking at you
As if you'd lost your mind

But then all of this craziness
It will not go away
Till we stop feeding hatred
With embargoes and blockades


Why take the time to worry
About anybody else?
Maybe talk about them
Wonder how they felt

Caught in the crossfire
Of someone else's fight
What is wrong?
Nobody's right

All religions and ideologies
Suffer from the truth
Until lies become reality
When the people start to shoot

Got a whole lot to answer for
But who are we to judge?
Common sense and enough to eat
Can settle any grudge

When the kindness of strangers
It means no disrespect
Being honest with the help you give
Means there's nothing to expect

Why not feed the people everywhere
And let the peace begin?
Turn your swords to ploughshares everywhere
And feed the people

Why not feed the people everywhere
And let the peace begin?
Turn your swords to ploughshares everywhere
And feed the people

Why not feed the people everywhere
And let the peace begin?