Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Illegal Attacks, artist - Ian Brown.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Illegal Attacks |
So what the fuck is this UK |
Gunnin' with this US of A |
In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan |
Does not a day go by |
Without the Israeli Air Force |
Fail to drop it’s bombs from the sky? |
How many mothers to cry? |
How many sons have to die? |
How many missions left to fly over Palestine? |
‘Cause as a matter of facts |
It’s a pact, it’s an act |
These are illegal attacks |
So bring the soldiers back |
These are illegal attacks |
It’s contracts for contacts |
I’m singing concrete facts |
So bring the soldiers back |
What mean ya that you beat my people |
What mean ya that you beat my people |
And grind the faces of the poor |
So tell me just how come were the Taliban |
Sat burning incense in Texas |
Roaming round in a Lexus |
Sittin' on six billion oil drums |
Down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq |
Pushed into the war zones |
It’s a commercial crusade |
‘Cause all the oil men get paid |
And only so many soldiers come home |
It’s a commando crusade |
A military charade |
And only so many soldiers come home |
What mean ya that you beat my people |
What mean ya that you beat my people |
And grind the faces of the poor |
Soldiers, soldiers come home |
Soldiers come home |
Through all the blood and sweat |
Nobody can forget |
It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight |
It’s the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night |
There’s no time to reflect |
On the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite |
These are commercial crusades |
‘Cos all the oil men get paid |
These are commando crusades |
Commando tactical rape |
And from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tehran and Tel Aviv |
Bring forth the prophets of the Lord |
From dirty bastards fillin' pockets |
With the profits of greed |
These are commercial crusades |
Commando tactical raids |
Playin' military charades to get paid |
And who got the devils? |
And who got the Lords? |
Build yourself a mountain, drink up in the fountain |
Soldiers come home |
Soldiers come home |
Soldiers, soldiers come home |
Soldiers, soldiers come home |
What mean ya that you beat my people |
What mean ya that you beat my people |
And grind the faces of the poor |
What mean ya that you beat my people |
What mean ya that you beat my people |
And grind the faces of the poor |