
Date of issue: 14.03.1993
Song language: English
Let's Start a War! |
Stimulation slowing down |
The corporations underground |
Own the bloody world but they want more |
The televsion picture man smiles and say «I have a plan come on everyone |
Let’s start a war!» |
This idea is nothing new |
It really just is something to amuse |
I hope that you don’t mind to die |
Simply just to passify my views |
Imagine all the people dead |
All the missiles streaming overhead |
People running screaming through the fire |
All the soldiers lying down |
Muddy faces to the ground |
Bleeding from the twisted razor wire |
School boys fighting through the trees |
While the women run the factories |
A machine gun is a fair trade for a dream |
They taught us well to stand in line |
They don’t let no one fall behind |
To fall into the turning war machine |
This idea is nothing new |
It really just is something to amuse |
It’s always been a rich man’s game |
It’s no suprise, they’ll ask the same of you |
Well the rich exchange a pat on the back |
While the high school kids are sent to attack |
And they know damn well they’ll never come back again |
Well the rich exchange a pat on the back |
While the high school kids are sent to attack |
And they know damn well they’ll never come back again |
Mountains made of human skulls |
The bodies buried in their holes |
The product of a genocidal mind |
Blackened sky with burning red |
All the kids have guns held to their heads |
The prisoners of war are left behind |
This idea is nothing new |
It’s really just been something to amuse |
I hope that you don’t mind to die |
Or simply just to lose an eye or two |
Well the rich exchange a pat on the back |
While the high school kids are sent to attack |
And they know damn well they’ll never come back again |
And if you do well don’t be surprised |
When you find out they’ve been telling you lies |
And the freedom that you fought for |
Cost you your mind or more, they don’t care |
The blood revelations turn |
The dying watch their cities burn |
The government can murder who they choose |
The democrats are acting sad |
Republicans are truly glad |
To set their mercenaries on the loose |
This idea is nothing new |
It’s really just been something to amuse |
There’s really nothing you can do |
To keep them digging all their gold from you |
Well the rich exchange a pat on the back |
While the high school kids are sent to attack |
And they know damn well they’ll never come back again |
And if you do well don’t be surprised |
When you find out they’ve been telling you lies |
And the freedom that you fought for |
Cost you your mind |
You never get back the life that they robbed |
While you’re out on the streets, they are high on the hog |
You’re a psycho veteran you can’t get a job no more |
Now the paper sack that carried your wine |
Is a makeshift homeless veteran sign |
You’re a freakshow on display and you’re out of your mind |
Stimulation slowing down |
The corporations underground |
Own the bloody world but they want more |
The televsion picture man smiles and say «I have a plan come on everyone |
Let’s start a war!» |
It was entirely too silly, and so I shall stop it |
I only hope that we can put this all behind us now, and just get on with |
The rest of the album |
.. . |
in fact, maybe it’s just bestif you never play that song anyway. |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Windsong | 1993 |
Whispering Into Oblivion | 1993 |
It's a Ghetto | 1993 |
Sing | 1993 |
State of Mind | 1993 |
Five Years | 1993 |
Just Like a Timepiece | 1993 |