F-Bombs

We gonna sing a song about the wars going on
About the wars going on and on and on and on and on

The war machine, you know what I mean
It's a very bad scene

And you know, there's only one thing worse than dying in the war
And that's paying for some other poor bastard to go die in a war

I think it was Mahatma Ghani
Or it might have been Groucho Marx, who said
In one of their more lucid moments

Fuck war, cause their taking the peace
Fuck war, and we all getting fleeced
Fuck war, better empty your pockets
Well who else is gonna pay for the Tomahawk rockets?
Fuck war, and they're trying to prolong it
Fuck war, but the people don't want it
Fuck war, yes they're taking the peace
Fuck war, (that's right everybody) and we're all getting fleeced
Fuck war, fuck tax, fuck the government men
Fuck war, everybody knows that the system's bent
Fuck war, fuck left against right, fuck black against white
Fuck war, we are all one people walking into the light
Fuck war, fuck the CRT, fuck the KKK
There's ain't no fucking difference between the two anyway
Fuck war, fuck the United Nations
Central fucking banks and their hyper inflation
MI6 up to their tricks
All you mother fuckers you can all suck a dick
Fuck war!

Fuck war, fuck News 24, fuck the tv scene
Pushing war propaganda and poisonous dreams
Fuck war, yeah, God save the King
He's just another puppet dancing on a fucking string
Fuck war, bring the boys back home
It's the biggest shit show since the fall of Rome
Fuck war, fuck the whole clown show
Fuck 'em all big and small, yeah they all gotta go
Fuck war!



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Writer(s): Alonza Bevan, Crispin Mills, Jay Darlington, Paul Winter-hart
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