| Lyrics: | Little boy solider Tommy Gun
He'd kill to play "peace keeper man"
It's a little game
he learned from dad
His daddy was a "peace keeper" in Iraq
Pretending he's off
solidering, in a distant far off land
He cocks his gun, he shoots you down
Murder
again, and again, and again
Murder again, and again, and again
Murder again, and
again, and again
Teaching the children to murder
Sunday morning, off to church,
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A red faced preacher sweating words
This fat old fuck goes on and on
Tommy learned
a special lesson
"Thou shall love they neighbor,
And thou shall never kill,
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Void in name in cash"
Murder again, and again, and again
Murder again, and again,
and again
Murder again, and again, and again
Teaching the children to murder
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You're going to dream tonight little boy,
And in that nightmare you're going to wake up to
think...
That's when you'll get it
They punish anyone, don't you know
That
shows any sign of understanding
More than their rhetoric
Just like his dad, and his
dad's dad before him
Tommy went off to fight in a war
And protect his people from an
inhumane race,
From an out of sight threat, in a far away place
And just before Tommy
got shot down, he stopped to think,
To ask himself, "Are their armies also made up of their
poor?"
Murder again, and again, and again
Murder again, and again, and again
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Murder again, and again, and again |
