Holy John
Acrobat
- for Pizinil?, 4 years old, living with her familly in Togo. Hope God, if he still exists, may help you, little bird. Take Care.
Dust in the wind
A child dies in silence
On the walksides of the streets
We don't stop by, it's normal now
Shredded on the battlefiled
Killed on the frontline
Death of children
For the ideas of their Fathers
A bal in the Temple
Some old bastards, deconnected from reality
Masters of finance and money
Masters of people, smoking cigars...
Masters of a corrupt system
Are controling the universe
Death for African children
A gift from occident's capitalism
In some prettry offices in New York
Lawers are making money on their knees
Dead children of war
Dead children of fear
Dead rejected children of the Earth
Bullets in their hearts
A bal in the Temple
Some old bastards, deconnected from reality
Masters of finance and money
Masters of people, smoking cigars...
Masters of a corrupt system
Are controling the universe
Dead the children of Africa
Dead the children of the Earth
And we blame the sun, we blame the food,
We blame them... we're controlling their lives
Dead, gift from our occidental industry
The surplus of our weapons
Dead the children of fear
Dead the children of us
Dead the child who lived in me
Who saw in this world
Forests, sunsets, rivers...
And brothers
The child takes the weapon
And in a cry of tears shoots me
And with them I'm dead too
Even though I don't look like them
My heart sinks with them
Dead the children of our industry
Some old bastards are rulling the universe
Some military... nothing
With them the children will die
Third-World.... what a mess
I can' no longer live with fear
Who belongs to another one
And to me at the same time
And Mummy and Daddy...
Dead the children of the streets
Dead the children who lived in King
Dead the children who cried
Dead the children who dreamed
One day the child takes a weapon
One day the child becomes a man
One day the child looses his Throne
Dead the children...
Dead the children...
Dead the child...
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Support Amnesty International - Greenpeace - Jubilee 2000 - WarChild -
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"Let's be realistic : Let's build the impossible" (Che Guevara)
"Dream out loud" (Bono)
"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one" (John Lennon)
"Pis si ? moins y'en avait moins de pauvres cr?tins pr?ts ? mourir pour la Patrie, Kalishnikov et compagnie pour faire rouler l'?conomie" (D?d? Fortin.. salut mec)
Dust in the wind
A child dies in silence
On the walksides of the streets
We don't stop by, it's normal now
Shredded on the battlefiled
Killed on the frontline
Death of children
For the ideas of their Fathers
A bal in the Temple
Some old bastards, deconnected from reality
Masters of finance and money
Masters of people, smoking cigars...
Masters of a corrupt system
Are controling the universe
Death for African children
A gift from occident's capitalism
In some prettry offices in New York
Lawers are making money on their knees
Dead children of war
Dead children of fear
Dead rejected children of the Earth
Bullets in their hearts
A bal in the Temple
Some old bastards, deconnected from reality
Masters of finance and money
Masters of people, smoking cigars...
Masters of a corrupt system
Are controling the universe
Dead the children of Africa
Dead the children of the Earth
And we blame the sun, we blame the food,
We blame them... we're controlling their lives
Dead, gift from our occidental industry
The surplus of our weapons
Dead the children of fear
Dead the children of us
Dead the child who lived in me
Who saw in this world
Forests, sunsets, rivers...
And brothers
The child takes the weapon
And in a cry of tears shoots me
And with them I'm dead too
Even though I don't look like them
My heart sinks with them
Dead the children of our industry
Some old bastards are rulling the universe
Some military... nothing
With them the children will die
Third-World.... what a mess
I can' no longer live with fear
Who belongs to another one
And to me at the same time
And Mummy and Daddy...
Dead the children of the streets
Dead the children who lived in King
Dead the children who cried
Dead the children who dreamed
One day the child takes a weapon
One day the child becomes a man
One day the child looses his Throne
Dead the children...
Dead the children...
Dead the child...
------------------
Support Amnesty International - Greenpeace - Jubilee 2000 - WarChild -
-----
"Let's be realistic : Let's build the impossible" (Che Guevara)
"Dream out loud" (Bono)
"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one" (John Lennon)
"Pis si ? moins y'en avait moins de pauvres cr?tins pr?ts ? mourir pour la Patrie, Kalishnikov et compagnie pour faire rouler l'?conomie" (D?d? Fortin.. salut mec)
