Challenged by some kind of new world order Trying to do right for our sons and our daughters Political opinion's become artillery Open your eyes and tell me; do you like what you see? Stepping on the poor to climb up that ladder Blind eye turned to the lives left shattered Mercy, mercy are we coming undone? There's gotta be a better world for everyone I've got them battleground blues How'd it get this far to go to war with ourselves Battleground blues, I think I'm done, done spilling blood Winters grow colder, summers hotter Bitter is the soil that's rotting our hunger I can't seem to tell the forest for the trees And mother nature's driving us to our knees Take a good hard look at how we define one another Politics, religion, background, and color Searching for the truth in a big web of lies Made to connect us but it only divides And now we've got hose battleground blues How'd we get this far to be at war with ourselves Tell me ain't we done? Ain't we done spilling blood?