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One Bad Son
One Bad Son
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One Bad Son
One Bad Son
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*Whistling*
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with the brainwashed pride
For the love of God and human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by the genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband when they shot the man
Who said, "Peace could last forever"?
And in my first memories, they shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall in D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom when it's not in your hands
And everybody's fightin' for their promised land
And I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich, while it buries the poor
Your power-hungry sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh?
And I don't need your civil war
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Look at the shoes you're filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't wanna hear no more
And my hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God and human rights
And all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
History bears the scars of our civil war
We practice selective annihilation
Of mayors and government officials
For example, we create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As the popular war advances
Peace is closer
And I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich, while it buries the poor
Power-hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh?
And I don't need your civil war
No, no, no, no-no, no-no, no
And I don't need your civil war
And I don't need your civil war
Power-hungry, sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh?
And I don't need your civil war
No, no, no, no-no, no-no, no
Oh-woah, I don't need your civil war
And I don't need no civil war
No, no, no, no-woah, no, woah-woah
What's so civil 'bout war anyways?
*Whistling*
Written by: One Bad Son
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