Nobody talk peace like Uncle Sam do
Nobody talk peace like Uncle Sam do
Uncle Sam talk peace, and drop napalm on you
Nobody hate Africa like Uncle Sam do
Nobody hate Africa like Uncle Sam do
He send d’C.I.A. to make uh rightist coup
Uncle Sam stores his H-bomb in your town
Uncle Sam stores his H-bomb in your town
If it chance to go off, you’ll never be found
Set uh fire under Uncle Sam’s feet
Set uh fire under Uncle Sam’s feet
Burn baby burn till he fell uh heat
Nobody talk peace like Uncle Sam do
Uncle Sam talk peace, and drop napalm on you
Nobody hate Africa like Uncle Sam do
Nobody hate Africa like Uncle Sam do
He send d’C.I.A. to make uh rightist coup
Uncle Sam stores his H-bomb in your town
Uncle Sam stores his H-bomb in your town
If it chance to go off, you’ll never be found
Set uh fire under Uncle Sam’s feet
Set uh fire under Uncle Sam’s feet
Burn baby burn till he fell uh heat
envoyé par Bartleby - 4/1/2012 - 11:26
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Dal disco intitolato “I Don’t Wanna” pubblicato solo nel 2004.
Testo trovato su “Experimentalism Otherwise: The New York Avant-Garde and Its Limits”, di Benjamin Piekut (1975).