I fight the force of evil
I'm the cowboy dressed in white
My colt is my computer
And my eyes see at night
I made the new world order
For I have the world's support
To see the sinner never wins
To see the tyrant will be taught
I am killer with precision
With computer and with screen
To give the world a cleaner war
A purer war than any seen
Incinerate the spider
Leave untouched the web of lace
See the shadow of a dollar
From a satellite in space
Put a missile down an airshaft
Make a film as I go in
Show the world the care I took
Such a war has never been
I don't need to kill civilians
With the F15 and Stealth;
Advertised on your TV I'm
Sensitivity itself
Just the aircraft on the ground
Just the hangars we put in
Just tanks and the supply lines
Such a war has never been
Just a game on my computer
See the screen move with my head
Pick out the cowboy dressed up all in black
Push a button and he's dead
I can pinpoint to a pixel
Half a million in retreat
Identify the threat
And I can turn it to roast meat
Military targets
There were no dying cries
Just the smoke from burning soldiers
Getting in the widows' eyes
I make the new world order
For I have the world's support
To see the sinner never wins
To see the tyrant will be taught
Killer with precision
With computer and with screen,
To give the world a cleaner war
A purer war than any seen
I'm the cowboy dressed in white
My colt is my computer
And my eyes see at night
I made the new world order
For I have the world's support
To see the sinner never wins
To see the tyrant will be taught
I am killer with precision
With computer and with screen
To give the world a cleaner war
A purer war than any seen
Incinerate the spider
Leave untouched the web of lace
See the shadow of a dollar
From a satellite in space
Put a missile down an airshaft
Make a film as I go in
Show the world the care I took
Such a war has never been
I don't need to kill civilians
With the F15 and Stealth;
Advertised on your TV I'm
Sensitivity itself
Just the aircraft on the ground
Just the hangars we put in
Just tanks and the supply lines
Such a war has never been
Just a game on my computer
See the screen move with my head
Pick out the cowboy dressed up all in black
Push a button and he's dead
I can pinpoint to a pixel
Half a million in retreat
Identify the threat
And I can turn it to roast meat
Military targets
There were no dying cries
Just the smoke from burning soldiers
Getting in the widows' eyes
I make the new world order
For I have the world's support
To see the sinner never wins
To see the tyrant will be taught
Killer with precision
With computer and with screen,
To give the world a cleaner war
A purer war than any seen
inviata da Bernart - 14/8/2013 - 15:39
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Parole di Les Barker (1947-), poeta inglese noto per il suo piglio umoristico e parodistico
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