Lyrics

Run for the river or run for the hills
Still the blood of the innocent spills
Hide in the bush or hide in the woods
Here come the bandits for the goods

No matter where you’re running to
Your conscience will catch up with you
There ain’t no place to run and hide
It’s a hanging ten on the shifting tide

No matter what may happen to me
Gonna march to the beat of the drums of peace
All the way to the land of being
Our spirit it will never cease

The spirit of the Condor flies
All across the darkened skies
Amidst the madness of the lies
Can you see through their disguise

There’s no good reason they’re fighting for
Ain’t gonna run no more
Gonna walk all the way to the peaceful shore
Ain’t gonna fight your war

Gonna march to the beat of the drums of peace
All the way to the land of being
Our spirit it will never cease
Gonna march to the beat of the drums of peace

We are the future The future is now
Be the future We will show you how