Song | They Want War |
Artist | U.D.O. |
Album | Live from Russia |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Baltes, Deaffy ... | |
They are young and they're kids and believe what they see | |
To do what they've been told | |
And so they walk away with open eyes | |
Some are eight or nine or ten | |
And they die like a fly, and no one knows | |
Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load | |
See their eyes open wide | |
They died before they ever cried | |
They die in the streets and they die in the fields | |
When they do what they've been told | |
But now they're lying dead | |
Their eyes are closed | |
Some are eight or nine or ten | |
And they die like a fly and no one knows | |
Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load | |
See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried | |
Who taught them how, how to pray | |
Who told them they're in paradise when they're gonna die | |
They are blind and they can't fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can't fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can't fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can't fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can't fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can't fight | |
They want war... | |
You're gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise | |
For taking life with no regard, you'll go to hell | |
And there you'll burn | |
Children in the battlefield, please don't go | |
Little birds with fluttering hearts, please don't go |
zuo qu : Baltes, Deaffy ... | |
They are young and they' re kids and believe what they see | |
To do what they' ve been told | |
And so they walk away with open eyes | |
Some are eight or nine or ten | |
And they die like a fly, and no one knows | |
Who they are, they' re smaller than the gun they load | |
See their eyes open wide | |
They died before they ever cried | |
They die in the streets and they die in the fields | |
When they do what they' ve been told | |
But now they' re lying dead | |
Their eyes are closed | |
Some are eight or nine or ten | |
And they die like a fly and no one knows | |
Who they are, they' re smaller than the gun they load | |
See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried | |
Who taught them how, how to pray | |
Who told them they' re in paradise when they' re gonna die | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war... | |
You' re gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise | |
For taking life with no regard, you' ll go to hell | |
And there you' ll burn | |
Children in the battlefield, please don' t go | |
Little birds with fluttering hearts, please don' t go |
zuò qǔ : Baltes, Deaffy ... | |
They are young and they' re kids and believe what they see | |
To do what they' ve been told | |
And so they walk away with open eyes | |
Some are eight or nine or ten | |
And they die like a fly, and no one knows | |
Who they are, they' re smaller than the gun they load | |
See their eyes open wide | |
They died before they ever cried | |
They die in the streets and they die in the fields | |
When they do what they' ve been told | |
But now they' re lying dead | |
Their eyes are closed | |
Some are eight or nine or ten | |
And they die like a fly and no one knows | |
Who they are, they' re smaller than the gun they load | |
See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried | |
Who taught them how, how to pray | |
Who told them they' re in paradise when they' re gonna die | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war | |
They are blind and they can' t fight | |
They want war... | |
You' re gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise | |
For taking life with no regard, you' ll go to hell | |
And there you' ll burn | |
Children in the battlefield, please don' t go | |
Little birds with fluttering hearts, please don' t go |