History is written by the winners, but the rest of us still have to live with our versions of these events. All sides to any conflict deserve a voice. Lyrically this song speaks to a hope for future peace and understanding that ours is no exception. This song's seed was the guitar riff. It made itself known while I was on tour in Japan with Shelley King. I kept playing it as an instrumental noodle fest, trying to figure out where what was trying to be said. We were playing at Antone's on the 4th of July. With fireworks going off outside, the lyrics came to me. Cole came in with the III chord that moves the chorus, and we started playing it that night.

All through history the brave will give their lives
Live by the sword, and by the sword they've died
When all the blades gave way to bullets that bring
More dead poor and more gold for all the kings

Ours is no exception

If they don't take it from you, they make sure it's you giving
The money you've made or the very life you are living
In every crisis in every time frame
A mother's cry for her dead child still sounds the same

And ours is no exception

All through history the brave will give their lives
Live by the sword, and by the sword they've died
When all the blades gave way to bullets that bring
More dead poor and more gold for the ?&@$&@!? kings

Ours is no exception