Tác giả : Barclay James Harvest, The
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
The streets run red with the blood of the innocent 
Why, why, why? 
We stab our knives in the back of humanity 
Why, why, why? 
There's never peace just a spiral of violence 
Why, why, why? 
We'll shoot you down for a difference of opinion 
Why, why, why? 
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun 
Sons and daughters, lost and gone 
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun 
No talk, no thought, just shoot and run 
 
Our children wake to the bomb and the bodysearch 
Why, why, why? 
We fill their ears with the drums and the battle cries 
Why, why, why? 
They burn your car when you stray it's a game they play 
Why, why, why? 
They're fed on hate it's a circle we don't want to break 
Why, why, why? 
 
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun 
Sons and daughters, lost and gone 
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun 
No talk, no thought, just shoot and run 
 
I'm baptised in your prejudice 
I'm confirmed with your hate 
I'm ordained into violence 
I'm a child of the modern world 
Of the media world 
Of the tv world 
Of the modern world 
 
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun 
Sons and daughters, lost and gone 
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun 
No talk, no thought, just shoot and run