Текст песни Fiction Plane - Soldier Machismo
Fiction Plane - Soldier Machismo слова песни
I don`t wanna fight anywayI don`t wanna take the things you ownI don`t wanna put myself at riskSo someone else can take their throneI would put them all in a roomGive em all the guns and clips they needI would put a seed in their mindsThat foreigners are based on greedSoldier machismo and his moralsWho am I to know what they`ve saved me fromAnd what is there to say that if they all lay downMy home would be goneI wanna put glue down your gunImagine pointing that thing at your sonWhen he dies you`ll tell us we`ve wonAnd there`ll be no invasionBroken shells and twisted metalFlaming egos, wilting petalsLook outside your eyes are soreNow tell me who won the war