Why are children so cruel
Why o why o why
They see and act like the world all around them
like the world all around
Glory be to violence
Is what all the newspapers say
And a gang of kids solve their problem, that way
They too solve their problems that way.
A knife, a gun, a razor or a pipe.
What makes them be that way
As long as the bombs keep on falling for freedom
you'll see all the newspapers say
Gang fight, store robbed man stabbed
head-bashed, overdose, underage,
brutal battle, rape this, rape that
joy kill, gun kill, gotta kill
had to, it's the only way.
A country wants freedom so we send in the planes
And we kill a few people or more
And old lady gets bashed in the bead by a child
For some money to go to the store.
Oh, what a shame these kids are today
With their clubs and guns and a knife
Only God and our country has the right, you see
To take another man's life.
What is the value of life, they say
When you've never shown me none
And how do you fit in your church house so neat
Your bombers, your gas and your guns.
Gang fight, store robbed man stabbed
head-bashed, overdose, underage,
brutal battle, rape this, rape that
joy kill, gun kill, gotta kill
had to, it's the only way.
How many of you think abortions are wrong
amoral and murder and that same of song
But you don't mintl preventing the birth of other nations
With the skilled and trained hands of doctor war and his napalm.
Host of the world says that killin's all right
Peace Corps by day and the bombers at night
Say one thing and we do something else
And then all the newspapers say
Gang fight, store robbed man stabbed
head-bashed, overdose, underage,
brutal battle, rape this, rape that
joy kill, gun kill, gotta kill
had to, it's the only way.
Why o why o why
They see and act like the world all around them
like the world all around
Glory be to violence
Is what all the newspapers say
And a gang of kids solve their problem, that way
They too solve their problems that way.
A knife, a gun, a razor or a pipe.
What makes them be that way
As long as the bombs keep on falling for freedom
you'll see all the newspapers say
Gang fight, store robbed man stabbed
head-bashed, overdose, underage,
brutal battle, rape this, rape that
joy kill, gun kill, gotta kill
had to, it's the only way.
A country wants freedom so we send in the planes
And we kill a few people or more
And old lady gets bashed in the bead by a child
For some money to go to the store.
Oh, what a shame these kids are today
With their clubs and guns and a knife
Only God and our country has the right, you see
To take another man's life.
What is the value of life, they say
When you've never shown me none
And how do you fit in your church house so neat
Your bombers, your gas and your guns.
Gang fight, store robbed man stabbed
head-bashed, overdose, underage,
brutal battle, rape this, rape that
joy kill, gun kill, gotta kill
had to, it's the only way.
How many of you think abortions are wrong
amoral and murder and that same of song
But you don't mintl preventing the birth of other nations
With the skilled and trained hands of doctor war and his napalm.
Host of the world says that killin's all right
Peace Corps by day and the bombers at night
Say one thing and we do something else
And then all the newspapers say
Gang fight, store robbed man stabbed
head-bashed, overdose, underage,
brutal battle, rape this, rape that
joy kill, gun kill, gotta kill
had to, it's the only way.
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da Brodaside #64 del novembre 1965.