Song | Civil War Dance |
Artist | Skyclad |
Album | Prince of the Poverty Line |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
While sons and daughters of the empire | |
Stained the map red, white and blue | |
Back at home the storm clouds thundered | |
Dole queues lengthened - unrest grew 'til the tides of fresh opinion | |
Washed away the world they knew. | |
Exchange inhuman wrongs for human rights | |
This underdog not only barks - it bites! | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution - a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
Children of the urban third world | |
Breast fed lies and cathode rays | |
Speak their minds down party chat lines (they don't have that much to say) | |
Told nothing of the world we live in | |
Or that it will be theirs someday. | |
This system cultivates our lust and greed | |
With anti-social insecurity. | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution - a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
The preacher tells us all that heaven waits | |
So pay your "soul tax" when you reach the gates. | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution - a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
Livestock bred to feed the cannon | |
Hands grown hard with honest toil | |
Fuel the fires of mass rebellion | |
Hatred's cauldron starts to boil | |
They fight for something they believe in | |
Not another nation's oil. | |
Britannia cowers in her public school | |
Once too often now she's waived the rules. | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution - a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. |
zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
While sons and daughters of the empire | |
Stained the map red, white and blue | |
Back at home the storm clouds thundered | |
Dole queues lengthened unrest grew ' til the tides of fresh opinion | |
Washed away the world they knew. | |
Exchange inhuman wrongs for human rights | |
This underdog not only barks it bites! | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
Children of the urban third world | |
Breast fed lies and cathode rays | |
Speak their minds down party chat lines they don' t have that much to say | |
Told nothing of the world we live in | |
Or that it will be theirs someday. | |
This system cultivates our lust and greed | |
With antisocial insecurity. | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
The preacher tells us all that heaven waits | |
So pay your " soul tax" when you reach the gates. | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
Livestock bred to feed the cannon | |
Hands grown hard with honest toil | |
Fuel the fires of mass rebellion | |
Hatred' s cauldron starts to boil | |
They fight for something they believe in | |
Not another nation' s oil. | |
Britannia cowers in her public school | |
Once too often now she' s waived the rules. | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. |
zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
While sons and daughters of the empire | |
Stained the map red, white and blue | |
Back at home the storm clouds thundered | |
Dole queues lengthened unrest grew ' til the tides of fresh opinion | |
Washed away the world they knew. | |
Exchange inhuman wrongs for human rights | |
This underdog not only barks it bites! | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
Children of the urban third world | |
Breast fed lies and cathode rays | |
Speak their minds down party chat lines they don' t have that much to say | |
Told nothing of the world we live in | |
Or that it will be theirs someday. | |
This system cultivates our lust and greed | |
With antisocial insecurity. | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
The preacher tells us all that heaven waits | |
So pay your " soul tax" when you reach the gates. | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. | |
Livestock bred to feed the cannon | |
Hands grown hard with honest toil | |
Fuel the fires of mass rebellion | |
Hatred' s cauldron starts to boil | |
They fight for something they believe in | |
Not another nation' s oil. | |
Britannia cowers in her public school | |
Once too often now she' s waived the rules. | |
Take your partners for our civil war dance | |
Open season on the under worked and overpaid. | |
Erase the | |
Constitution a bloody revolution | |
Is the simplest solution to the problems that they have made. |