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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Shadow Gallery - War for Sale[Music: B. Allman, C. Ingles, Lyrics, Vocal Melodies: C.Cadden-James] Time came to leave You know theres something About the principle Of what goes on behind the scenes The military machine The way they led me on... Stiletto in the sand Thrusted down in anger Bloody to the handle Diamond red Machines of mass destruction Well I helped to design them The guilt of childrens blood stains on my hands The word from the board room Our boys in Tehran have scored How long till we realize the truth? The bottom line of defense and world security The bankers and the ministry of arms Just cut the deal and the war is on The village burned the desert set ablaze Who are these men with their fingers in everybodys pie? Big rockets and their profiles all the rage Their business plan calls for ware for sale Please understand Until I saw all this I never thought about the third world trampled under wheels Out in the streets and in the fields I simply questioned it all... Stiletto in the sand Fingers on the triggers Tempers boiling over Bleed them red Machines of mass destruction Oh why did I design them? The guilt of childrens blood stains on my hands Napalm and land mines Nobody left alive How long til we realize the truth? The bottom line of defense and world security the bankers and the ministry of arms Just cut the deal and the war is on The market screams a recommended buy The contracts in dont just sit there get your broker on the line Big money left their morals far behind Guess what weve got - we got war for sale How long til we realize the truth? The bottom line of defense and world security the bankers and the ministry of arms Just cut the deal and the war is on The village burned the desert set ablaze Who are these men with their fingers in everybodys pie? Then freedoms ring departed from today Theres just no doubt - we got war for sale! |
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