It's December in New York City
And the chief is on TV
He plays the audience like a fiddle
But he'll never convince me
I firmly believe he's on the wrong course
So please accept my apology
For the absence of applause
Oslo brings clear skies
As he strolls the boulevard
He'll be accepting his peace prize
With his wife and bodyguard
But outside the protest is full force
So please accept my apology
For the absence of applause
He would stop the war in a minute
If his children were on the line
But it's only collateral damage
When the casualties are yours or mine
He's got spit shined shoes
And he says he wants peace
But he ordered 30 thousand troops
And I see gloom on his face
He says they'll be fighting a worthy cause
So please accept my apology
For the absence of applause
Now somewhere in Afghanistan
Our enemy takes aim
A scream fills the air
As the bullet makes its claim
Another beautiful life is lost
So please accept my apology
For the absence of applause
He would stop the war in a minute
If his children were on the line
But it's only collateral damage
When the casualties are yours or mine
It's December in New York City
And the chief is on TV
He plays the audience like a fiddle
But he'll never convince me
I firmly believe he's on the wrong course
So please accept my apology
For the absence of applause