Tytuł: Tommy Gun

• Wykonawca: Justin Sane
• Wyświetleń: 262

Little boy solider Tommy Gun
  He'd kill to play "peace keeper man"
  It's a little game he learned from dad
  His daddy was a "peace keeper" in Iraq
  Pretending he's off solidering, in a distant far off land
  He cocks his gun, he shoots you down
  Murder again, and again, and again
  Murder again, and again, and again
  Murder again, and again, and again
  Teaching the children to murder
  Sunday morning, off to church,
  A red faced preacher sweating words
  This fat old fuck goes on and on
  Tommy learned a special lesson
  "Thou shall love they neighbor,
  And thou shall never kill,
  Void in name in cash"
  Murder again, and again, and again
  Murder again, and again, and again
  Murder again, and again, and again
  Teaching the children to murder
  You're going to dream tonight little boy,
  And in that nightmare you're going to wake up to think...
  That's when you'll get it
  They punish anyone, don't you know
  That shows any sign of understanding
  More than their rhetoric
  Just like his dad, and his dad's dad before him
  Tommy went off to fight in a war
  And protect his people from an inhumane race,
  From an out of sight threat, in a far away place
  And just before Tommy got shot down, he stopped to think,
  To ask himself, "Are their armies also made up of their poor?"
  Murder again, and again, and again
  Murder again, and again, and again
  Murder again, and again, and again
  Teaching the children to murder.