Little boy solider Tommy Gun He'd kill to play "peacekeeper man" It's a little game he learned from dad His daddy was a "peacekeeper" in Iraq Pretending he's off solidering, in a distant far off land He cocks his gun, he shoots you down
Murder again, and again, and again Murder again, and again Murder again, and again, and again Teaching the children to murder Yeah
Sunday morning, off to church, A red faced preacher, sweating words This fat old fuck goes on and on Tommy learned a special lesson "Thou shall love they neighbor, And thou shall never kill, Void in the name in cash"
Murder again, and again, and again Murder again, and again Murder again, and again, and again Teaching the children to murder Yea
You're going to dream tonight little boy, And in that nightmare you're going to wake up to think... That's when you'll get it They punish anyone, don't you know? That shows any sign of understanding More than their rhetoric
Just like his dad, and his dad's dad before him Tommy went off to fight in a war And protect his people from an inhumane race, From an out of sight threat, in a far away 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 Murder again, and again Murder again, and again, and again Teaching the children to murder How to murder...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
