my trifles the pressures that try to stifle If life was holding a rifle to my head, my last thoughts would be Simply to let my music reach to every country
see an army of soldiers that're marching across the street, heh... What did they say to make you so blind, to your conscience and reason ? Could it be love for your country
s a lot of lanes and stuff around here, around the house - although it's right in the middle of the city it seems quite like the country, it's dead hidden
from arrangements Of tannoys and cordons in symmetry That cancel forever Forever Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards A country that grows
who never really care how you are Chorus So give me coffee and TV Peacefully I've seen so much, I'm going blind And I'm brain-dead virtually Sociability
Waiting, got no time to hide in the country got a hold of my soul TV?s dead And there aint no war in my head.. now And you seem very beautiful to me
Tweedle-dee Dum and Tweedle-dee Dee They're throwing knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grindstones Living
but Jack the sailor would have this heart of mine, Oh, would have this heart of mine. Now Jackie's gone sailing with trouble on his mind. To leave his native country
Oh my name it is nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that
a sauna) Well, my telephone rang it would not stop, It's President Kennedy callin' me up. He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country
with the rodeo. Well, our captain he is dead, our captain he is dead Our captain he is dead, Pretty Peggy-O Well, our captain he is dead, died for a
other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead! T-Rock
Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Dateline early sunday morning Shots ring out without a warning No one seems to even blink in this town Two dead and
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying trying to keep them alive There's bodies decomposing in