Children lose their lives in the war
They don't know just what they're fighting for.
They only know that they've got to kill so they'll survive
My friend what good is the war when you can't stay alive?
People shouting "Freedom!" everyday
How can one be free living this way?
When they want more guns to fight they raise your income tax
And when your son comes of age, they tell him pack his sack.
Mothers crying, young boys dying!
Hip-hooray, now! Hip-hooray!
Save the children, stop the killin'!
Hip-hooray, now! Hip-hooray!
When you come back home to your land
You're no longer qualified as man.
The leg you lost was your token to humanity
While trying to protect your life you lost your sanity!
Mothers crying, young boys dying!
Hip-hooray, now! Hip-hooray!
Save the children, stop the killin'!
Hip-hooray, now! Hip-hooray!
They don't know just what they're fighting for.
They only know that they've got to kill so they'll survive
My friend what good is the war when you can't stay alive?
People shouting "Freedom!" everyday
How can one be free living this way?
When they want more guns to fight they raise your income tax
And when your son comes of age, they tell him pack his sack.
Mothers crying, young boys dying!
Hip-hooray, now! Hip-hooray!
Save the children, stop the killin'!
Hip-hooray, now! Hip-hooray!
When you come back home to your land
You're no longer qualified as man.
The leg you lost was your token to humanity
While trying to protect your life you lost your sanity!
Mothers crying, young boys dying!
Hip-hooray, now! Hip-hooray!
Save the children, stop the killin'!
Hip-hooray, now! Hip-hooray!
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 23/11/2017 - 13:52
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