Текст песни Oi Polloi - Die For B.P.
Oi Polloi - Die For B.P. слова песни
Eighteen years old, screaming in a ditchAmputated legs in a war fought for the richBut the bosses shed no tears as you bled and cried`Cos your butchery battle-proved the weapons they had sold to the other sideTIME TO STOP THE WARB.P. AIN`T WORTH DYING FOROrphaned children cry, screaming for their dadBut when he comes home he`ll be in a body bagAnother loved one is left legless, condemned to a wheelchairThis is "precision bombing" with your great military hardwareYou make a TV game of slaughter and terror air attacksA video distration from recession and poll taxForget and fight for you? We`re the people that you`re screwingNo, you`ll only see us fight to give your bailiffs a good doing