Tv's on, the favorite son is
watchin how the west was won
daddy, please, a plastic gun
get brother one for twice the fun
Little camo helmet-heads
makin brave and playin dead
missiles made of gingerbread
dollars on the dime
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
the merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
someone's dread and darlin boy has fallen on his saber
Another world across the sea
home for little busy bees
sweatin in some factory
hurry, please, more of these
Action dolls with laser sights
robot planes that shoot at night
faster, kid, and get it right
they're rollin down the line
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
the merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
someone's dread and darlin boy has fallen on his saber
These days the spin machine
is always on the silver screen
secret plots and submarines
foreign fiends and magazines
Wave the flag, watch the news
tell us we can count on you
mom and dad are marchin too
children, step in time
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
the merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
someone's dread and darlin boy has fallen on his saber
Bring your kids and coddled pets
bouncin babes in bassinets
we'll play a game with tanks and jets
better yet - bayonets!
Marchin bands and color guards
funerals in your own backyard
don't forget your credit card -
johnny, hold the line
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
the merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
someone's dread and darlin boy has fallen on his saber
watchin how the west was won
daddy, please, a plastic gun
get brother one for twice the fun
Little camo helmet-heads
makin brave and playin dead
missiles made of gingerbread
dollars on the dime
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
the merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
someone's dread and darlin boy has fallen on his saber
Another world across the sea
home for little busy bees
sweatin in some factory
hurry, please, more of these
Action dolls with laser sights
robot planes that shoot at night
faster, kid, and get it right
they're rollin down the line
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
the merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
someone's dread and darlin boy has fallen on his saber
These days the spin machine
is always on the silver screen
secret plots and submarines
foreign fiends and magazines
Wave the flag, watch the news
tell us we can count on you
mom and dad are marchin too
children, step in time
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
the merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
someone's dread and darlin boy has fallen on his saber
Bring your kids and coddled pets
bouncin babes in bassinets
we'll play a game with tanks and jets
better yet - bayonets!
Marchin bands and color guards
funerals in your own backyard
don't forget your credit card -
johnny, hold the line
Hey ho, so it goes, the point of sale, the puppet show
the merchant kings of war and woe have turned their hands to labor
sound out the trumpet noise, the cannons bark and jump for joy
someone's dread and darlin boy has fallen on his saber
inviata da daniela -k.d.- - 14/11/2007 - 18:23
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Da/From: "Flower Of Avalon"
La canzone fu scritta da Dave Carter (1952-2002), che per alcuni anni fu compagno, nell'arte e nella vita, di Tracy Grammer.
Il disco "Flower of Avalon" contiene ben nove brani scritti da Dave Carter.
"Hey Ho", in particolare, è canzone di denuncia contro l'industria delle armi e della guerra e contro la politica che la sostiene, che accumulano fortune immense, per così dire, "dalla culla alla bara", dal fiorente mercato delle armi giocattolo destinate ai bambini - spesso costruite da altri bambini sfruttati - fino alle guerre vere e proprie, dove quegli stessi bambini, una volta cresciuti, vanno docilmente a morire.
(Bernart Bartleby)