| Lyrics: | With a long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass
destruction
Whether you're stowaway's son or BBC 1
Dis-information is a weapon of mass
destruction
You could a caucasian or a poor asian
Racism is a weapon of mass
destruction
Whether inflation or globalisation
Fear is a weapon of mass
destruction
My dad came into my room, holdin his hat
I knew he was leavin', he sat
on my bed, told me some facts,
son
I have a duty, callin on me
You and your
sister be
brave my little soldier,
and don't forget all i told ya
Your the mister of
the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss,
then
I had to say goodbye
In the morning i woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even
though im only a kid,
certain things can't be hid
Momma grabbed me, held me like i was made
of gold,
but left her in the story untold
I said, momma it will be allright,
when
daddy comes home, tonight
With a long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a
weapon of mass destruction
Whether you're stowaway's son or BBC 1
Dis-information is a
weapon of mass destruction
You could a caucasian or a poor asian
Racism is a weapon of
mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalisation
Fear is a weapon of mass
destruction
Whether Haliburton, Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass
destruction
We need to find courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass
destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction
Inaction is a weapon of mass
destruction
My story stops here, lets be clear
this scenario is happenin
everywhere
and you ain't go |
