There's a chemistry lesson of life
A chemistry lesson of death
Where you're scared to touch your own wife
for the smell on her breath
There are rooms full of plague in a can
Held back by a vacuum seal
It will kill any woman or man
Like the warriors steel
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
The slow hiss of nerve gas will calm
As sure as a knock on the head
And why does the animal farm pretend to be dead
There are bottles with crossbones and skulls
In rows very tidy and clean
In a war where no triggers are pulled
Very tidy and clean
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
The chemicals help you relax
It's a war that runs in the veins
Sometimes it burns out the brain
A new measure of pain
It's a molecule war of sorts
A chemistry lesson of death
Where the whole human race can abort
with a smell on it's breath
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
A chemistry lesson of death
Where you're scared to touch your own wife
for the smell on her breath
There are rooms full of plague in a can
Held back by a vacuum seal
It will kill any woman or man
Like the warriors steel
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
The slow hiss of nerve gas will calm
As sure as a knock on the head
And why does the animal farm pretend to be dead
There are bottles with crossbones and skulls
In rows very tidy and clean
In a war where no triggers are pulled
Very tidy and clean
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
The chemicals help you relax
It's a war that runs in the veins
Sometimes it burns out the brain
A new measure of pain
It's a molecule war of sorts
A chemistry lesson of death
Where the whole human race can abort
with a smell on it's breath
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
Looks very new to me, war without mutiny
War without soldiers, war without bangs
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2018/3/26 - 15:36
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Parole e musica di Geoff Pearson
Nell’album di Roy Bailey intitolato “Hard Times”
Poi anche nel disco collettivo “Songs For Peace” dell’anno seguente.