Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep The People Working, artist - Julian Lennon. Album song Help Yourself, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Keep The People Working |
When they sell the final weapon, we can all watch it blow |
Keep the people working, working |
Keep the people working, working |
Keep the people working, working |
Gotta keep the people working |
In the bed of iron they cast the final weapon |
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working |
From the mines of Anatolia to the isle of Mandalay |
Along the coast of sullen Africa, they’re queuing up to pay |
No cause, I don’t discriminate, I sell to those who buy |
There never was an innocent who didn’t want to die |
And with demand upon the increase what could keep the cost down |
If I keep the people fighting, I can really go to town |
No surprise, the cash you borrow, we can close the deal tomorrow |
Just Swiss francs or dollars won’t cause me any borrow, boy |
In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon |
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working |
In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon |
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working |
Everybody itching for someone to serve the task |
I’ll arm the politician for the coup, the crew, the cast |
I have a score of different faces, I can look like a lord |
Seen in high places, flying on the Concorde |
Well you can marvel at precision, you can dial a telephone |
Call up color vision from the safety of your home |
You can mount the great offensive from a button by the chair |
If you arm the right system, you can ionize the air |
In a bed of iron, they cast the final weapon |
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working |
In a bed or iron they cast the final weapon |
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working |
Like the wind across the frontier or the breaking light of day |
I push across the mountains, all around the Bay of Biscay |
Freeze in North America, boil in Pakistan |
All along the amazon, from the fire to the frying pan |
Whether air, sea or battle ground, desert sand or snow |
When they sell the final weapon we can all watch it blow |