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A Farewell to Arms

Machine Head
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2007
Album: The Blackening

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This song is definitely about war, possibly the current "war" we are in right now.

It's also talking about how our founding fathers would roll over in their graves had they known what this country has come to.

Also, it goes on to mention how this war is for the rich man and oil.

Finally, it says in the last section how politicians kids will never know what it's like to have to fight in a war.

Songmeanings
Can you hear their cries?
Nowhere the children
run to hide
Crimson rivers flow down hills,
atone our ills
And woe to all her songs of love

A farewell to arms

Mutilated lives blackening
as coffin line the sides
Filled with fathers
Who has won
when only sons
Who holds their grieving
heads and mourn

A farewell to arms

Always our souls entwine
Erase this vast divide
Deaf ears our voices rest
Tyrant, this is protest!

Who has won?
Who has won?

I’ll wave this flag of white
So the avenged see the light
We’ll pay for closed eyes
Before genocide

Pissing the masquerade
March to death parade
Trade not humanity
For pearls of the slavery

In the depth of mind the heart will find
The truth of our leaders
We’ll try the facts so through the cracks
May fall the lying cheater

Who has won
when we’re all dead?

I’ll wave this flag of white
So the avenged see the light
We’ll pay for closed eyes
Before genocide

So is this how we live?
Or is this how we die?

Black blood dripping from platinum fangs
Rich blood flees while
Our poverty hangs, oh

Oh, shepherds, they herd
the mindless trance
As the flock follows the puppet’s dance
In a fatal romance

Oh, all that they needed was
A pretext, war’s next
Heads to the chopping blocks
And our necks are next

For those who died
Who fought for our rights
Whose children now slaves
They’re turning in their graves

Oh, war hawks and senators
They sit right so trite
Never their sons will know
What it’s like to fight

Soldiers are dead
And children have bled
And the silence is numb
What have we become?

What have we become?
What have we become?
What have we become?
God save us

A farewell to arms…

9/4/2020 - 00:13



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