Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloodsports, artist - New Model Army. Album song High, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 19.08.2007
Record label: Attack Attack
Song language: English
Bloodsports |
There are boxes packed with bullets, there are crates all stacked with boxes |
There are uniforms and hardware, there are meals all wrapped in plastic |
Through the night the ships are loading, every night these ships are loading |
Beneath the glare of the burning floodlights and the dancing of the swarmed |
mosquitoes |
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still send the young |
men |
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of metal burning |
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other as if we’re strangers |
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war |
He says: this body I have been given shall be returned unto its maker |
Beneath my clothes these secrets hidden, the sacrifice that I have to offer |
By the checkpoint there are soldiers and the cypress branches waving |
And the light is hard as glass and the sky is blue and cool and waiting |
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still send the young |
men |
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of metal burning |
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other as if we’re strangers |
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war |
These stupid empty words could all be written on the cold pale skin |
Of the dead laid out in shallow graves along the road of bombed out palm trees |
And in the corners of the bars and cafes, in every town, in every nation |
There are these blood-sports on the TVs and the loaded toneless voices |
There are cameras by the gravesides and in the executioners' chambers |
There are cameras high above us to guide the missiles down from the heavens |
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still send the young |
men |
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of oil burning |
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other just like strangers |
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war |