Текст песни Justin Sane - Tommy Gun
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Little boy soldier, Tommy Gun, he`d kill to play "peacekeeper man" It`s a little game he learned from his dad,his daddy was a "peacekeeper" in Iraq Pretending he`s off soldiering, in a distant far off land He cocks his gun - he shoots you down Murder again, and again, and again Teaching the children to murder Sunday morning off to church, a red faced preacher sweating words This fat old fuck goes on and on, Tommy learns a special lesson "Thou shall love thy neighbor, and thou shall never kill Void in the name of cash." Murder again, and again and again Teaching the children to murder You`re gonna dream tonight little boy,and in the nightmare you`re gonna wake up to think THAT`S WHEN YOU GET IT! They punish anyone (don`t you know?),who shows any sign of understanding more than the rhetoric Just like his dad and his dad`s dad before him,Tommy went off to fight in a war And protect his country from an inhumane race,and an out of sight threat, in a far off place And just before Tommy got shot down,he stopped to think, to ask himself, "Are their armies also made up of their poor?" Murder again, and again, and again Teaching the children to murder