In the dark green forest
Where the mountains they tore us
And the tribes fled into the south
In the cold north west passage
Where the wall it was massive
And there we kissed mouth to mouth
By the lake where the lady
In the heat of the midday
Took her flaming sword to the house..
They got a lotta crazies down there
They sell you a dream you can bet..
Put guns in the hands of young children
They sell you a dream you can bet
In the palace by the water
Where he stole your daughter
And put you down to your knees..
In the cold cool crisp morning
Without any warning
He told you he'd do as he please..
And in that nighttime of laughter
When you knew what he was after
And you said: – Hey I got this disease
They got a lot of crazies down there
They sell you a dream you can bet..
Put guns in the hands of young children
They sell you a dream you can bet..
In your walled cities
Where you were stoned and shown pity
And trade it for pieces of change
In your gated mansions
Where they held you for ransom
But you did not think this too strange..
In your ivory towers of learning
Where there bodies were burning
And they came and blew out their brains
They got a lot of crazies down there
They sell you a dream you can bet..
Put guns in the hands of young children
They sell you a dream you can bet..
Got gold.. – Got silver..
Get scared out of our kid
They live off your hopes and despair
But what they need they can't get..
Where the mountains they tore us
And the tribes fled into the south
In the cold north west passage
Where the wall it was massive
And there we kissed mouth to mouth
By the lake where the lady
In the heat of the midday
Took her flaming sword to the house..
They got a lotta crazies down there
They sell you a dream you can bet..
Put guns in the hands of young children
They sell you a dream you can bet
In the palace by the water
Where he stole your daughter
And put you down to your knees..
In the cold cool crisp morning
Without any warning
He told you he'd do as he please..
And in that nighttime of laughter
When you knew what he was after
And you said: – Hey I got this disease
They got a lot of crazies down there
They sell you a dream you can bet..
Put guns in the hands of young children
They sell you a dream you can bet..
In your walled cities
Where you were stoned and shown pity
And trade it for pieces of change
In your gated mansions
Where they held you for ransom
But you did not think this too strange..
In your ivory towers of learning
Where there bodies were burning
And they came and blew out their brains
They got a lot of crazies down there
They sell you a dream you can bet..
Put guns in the hands of young children
They sell you a dream you can bet..
Got gold.. – Got silver..
Get scared out of our kid
They live off your hopes and despair
But what they need they can't get..
inviata da giorgio - 20/4/2012 - 08:20
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Lyrics & Music by Roger J. Contardi
Guns proliferate through the world. Kids with guns. ..Not a good thing. Guns don't kill people?