The War - Lyrics by Black Gold


Lyrics


- Chorus -
The War, the War, the Bastard is the War
The War, the War, the Bastard is the War
The War, the War, the Bastard is the War

- Verse 1 -
Bombs are dropping, People are dying,
Children are crying, Leaders are laughing,
The Commonwealth’s in pieces,
It is no surprise,
Mughabi is racist, Nobody cares,
We must sort out our foreign affairs.

- Chorus -

- Verse 2 -
George Bush is planning, Over the seas,
A battle of cunning, Against democracy,
Schroeder and Chiraq,
Don’t want to go to Iraq,
Short and Cook, Threatening to resign,
On the back bench, The MPs will decline.

- Chorus -

- Verse 1 -

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