Song | Soldier Machismo |
Artist | Fiction Plane |
Album | Everything Will Never Be OK |
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作曲 : Fiction Plane | |
I don’t wanna fight anyway | |
I don’t wanna take the things you own | |
I don’t wanna put myself at risk | |
So someone else can take their throne | |
I would put them all in a room | |
Give em all the guns and clips they need | |
I would put a seed in their minds | |
That foreigners are based on greed | |
Soldier machismo and his morals | |
Who am I to know what they’ve saved me from | |
And what is there to say that if they all lay down | |
My home would be gone | |
I wanna put glue down your gun | |
Imagine pointing that thing at your son | |
When he dies you’ll tell us we’ve won | |
And there’ll be no invasion | |
Broken shells and twisted metal | |
Flaming egos, wilting petals | |
Look outside your eyes are sore | |
Now tell me who won the war |
zuo qu : Fiction Plane | |
I don' t wanna fight anyway | |
I don' t wanna take the things you own | |
I don' t wanna put myself at risk | |
So someone else can take their throne | |
I would put them all in a room | |
Give em all the guns and clips they need | |
I would put a seed in their minds | |
That foreigners are based on greed | |
Soldier machismo and his morals | |
Who am I to know what they' ve saved me from | |
And what is there to say that if they all lay down | |
My home would be gone | |
I wanna put glue down your gun | |
Imagine pointing that thing at your son | |
When he dies you' ll tell us we' ve won | |
And there' ll be no invasion | |
Broken shells and twisted metal | |
Flaming egos, wilting petals | |
Look outside your eyes are sore | |
Now tell me who won the war |
zuò qǔ : Fiction Plane | |
I don' t wanna fight anyway | |
I don' t wanna take the things you own | |
I don' t wanna put myself at risk | |
So someone else can take their throne | |
I would put them all in a room | |
Give em all the guns and clips they need | |
I would put a seed in their minds | |
That foreigners are based on greed | |
Soldier machismo and his morals | |
Who am I to know what they' ve saved me from | |
And what is there to say that if they all lay down | |
My home would be gone | |
I wanna put glue down your gun | |
Imagine pointing that thing at your son | |
When he dies you' ll tell us we' ve won | |
And there' ll be no invasion | |
Broken shells and twisted metal | |
Flaming egos, wilting petals | |
Look outside your eyes are sore | |
Now tell me who won the war |