收聽Ian Brown的Illegal Attacks (Album Version)歌詞歌曲

Illegal Attacks (Album Version)

Ian Brown, Sinead O'Connor2007年1月1日

Illegal Attacks (Album Version) 歌詞

Illegal Attacks (Album Version) - Ian Brown/Sinéad O'Connor (西尼德·奧康娜)

Album:The World Is Yours

So what the f**k is this UK

 

Gunnin' with this US of A

 

In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan

 

Does not a day go by

 

Without the Israeli Air Force

Fail to drop it's bombs from the sky

How many mothers to cry

How many sons have to die

How many missions left to fly over Palestine

'Cause as a matter of facts

It's a pact it's an act

These are illegal attacks

So bring the soldiers back

These are illegal attacks

It's contracts for contacts

I'm singing concrete facts

So bring the soldiers back

 

What mean ya that you beat my people

 

What mean ya that you beat my people

 

And grind the faces of the poor

 

So tell me just how come were the Taliban

 

Sat burning incense in Texas

Roaming round in a Lexus

Sittin' on six billion oil drums

Down with the Dow Jones up on the Nasdaq

Pushed into the war zones

It's a commercial crusade

'Cause all the oil men get paid

And only so many soldiers come home

 

It's a commando crusade

A military charade

And only so many soldiers come home

 

Soldiers soldiers come home

 

Soldiers come home

 

Through all the blood and sweat

Nobody can forget

It ain't the size of the dog in the fight

It's the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night

There's no time to reflect

On the threat the situation the bark nor the bite

These are commercial crusades

'Cos all the oil men get paid

These are commando crusades

Commando tactical rape

And from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tehran and Tel Aviv

Bring forth the prophets of the Lord

From dirty bastards

Fillin' pockets with the profits of greed

These are commercial crusades

Commando tactical raids

Playin' military charades to get paid

 

And who got the devils

 

And who got the Lords

 

Build yourself a mountain

Drink up in the fountain

 

Soldiers come home

 

What mean ya that you beat my people

 

What mean ya that you beat my people

 

 

And grind the faces of the poor