1978 - Give 'Em Enough Rope
I swear by Almighty God to tell the truth
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth.
They tortured all the women and children
And then they put the men to the gun
Cos across the human frontier
Freedom's always on the run.
Guns guns - shaking in terror
Guns guns - killing in error
Guns guns - in guilty hands
Guns guns - shatter the land.
A system built by the sweat of many
Creates assassins to kill off the few
Take any place and call it a courthouse
This is a place where no judge can stand.
Sue all the lawyers and burn all the papers
Unlock the keys of the legal rapers
The jury of a billion faces
Is shouting out condemned out of hand.
Guns guns - and nobody's kidding
Guns guns - or fooling around
Guns guns - when violence is singing
Guns guns - silence the sound.
An' I like to be in Africa
A-beatin' on the final drum
An' I like to be in U.S.S.R.
Making sure these things will come
An' I like to be in U.S.A.
Pretending that the wars are done
An' I like to be in Europa
Saying goodbye to everyone.
Guns guns - there's guns on the roof
Guns guns - they're made to shoot.
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth.
They tortured all the women and children
And then they put the men to the gun
Cos across the human frontier
Freedom's always on the run.
Guns guns - shaking in terror
Guns guns - killing in error
Guns guns - in guilty hands
Guns guns - shatter the land.
A system built by the sweat of many
Creates assassins to kill off the few
Take any place and call it a courthouse
This is a place where no judge can stand.
Sue all the lawyers and burn all the papers
Unlock the keys of the legal rapers
The jury of a billion faces
Is shouting out condemned out of hand.
Guns guns - and nobody's kidding
Guns guns - or fooling around
Guns guns - when violence is singing
Guns guns - silence the sound.
An' I like to be in Africa
A-beatin' on the final drum
An' I like to be in U.S.S.R.
Making sure these things will come
An' I like to be in U.S.A.
Pretending that the wars are done
An' I like to be in Europa
Saying goodbye to everyone.
Guns guns - there's guns on the roof
Guns guns - they're made to shoot.
Contributed by Renato Stecca - 2006/10/27 - 06:40
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