All you drunken congressmen -- they're getting out the vote
By shipping out the youngest to war in tax paid votes
And filling up the jails with youth who will not drink the swill
You've broken all our hearts but you know you cannot break our will
(Don't) you know you gotta -- kill our sons
you know you gotta -- kill our sons
(Don't) you know you gotta -- kill our sons
Before they reclaim the land
Politicians seized with rage they cannot find the words
To express their hate and fears to all the boys and girls
And big business has different ways to take care of the waste
They send our sons off overseas, blood's what they like to taste
Don't you know you gotta -- kill your sons
Don't you know you gotta -- kill your sons
Don't you know you gotta -- kill, kill, kill our sons
Before they reclaim our land
Saturday the news is war and also Sunday too
And silver nights and dark fog days it's war and war to you
The presidents and his friends and wine seem to enjoy the things they do
And those that aren't killed are thrown in jail -- they enjoy just what they do
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
(Don't) you know you gotta -- kill your sons
Before they reclaim the land
"Things aren't black and white, ya know." I heard an ogre say
While drinking down his whiskey and eating cardboard steak
It's really like what I heard, I heard the president say
"kill the ???????????"
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
Before they reclaim the land
By shipping out the youngest to war in tax paid votes
And filling up the jails with youth who will not drink the swill
You've broken all our hearts but you know you cannot break our will
(Don't) you know you gotta -- kill our sons
you know you gotta -- kill our sons
(Don't) you know you gotta -- kill our sons
Before they reclaim the land
Politicians seized with rage they cannot find the words
To express their hate and fears to all the boys and girls
And big business has different ways to take care of the waste
They send our sons off overseas, blood's what they like to taste
Don't you know you gotta -- kill your sons
Don't you know you gotta -- kill your sons
Don't you know you gotta -- kill, kill, kill our sons
Before they reclaim our land
Saturday the news is war and also Sunday too
And silver nights and dark fog days it's war and war to you
The presidents and his friends and wine seem to enjoy the things they do
And those that aren't killed are thrown in jail -- they enjoy just what they do
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
(Don't) you know you gotta -- kill your sons
Before they reclaim the land
"Things aren't black and white, ya know." I heard an ogre say
While drinking down his whiskey and eating cardboard steak
It's really like what I heard, I heard the president say
"kill the ???????????"
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
you know you gotta -- kill your sons
Before they reclaim the land
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Una prima versione (inedita) di Kill Your Sons (che uscirà nel 1974) con un testo diverso e decisamente contro la guerra.