and Yuta -chan last night
He said they'd sent his son away to die
and to another man's land
where his blood would stain the sand
There's mothers and fathers crying
All around this crazy world,
for the poor, their darling heroes,
their little boys and girls
Listen to the rhythm of the
Telling me just what a bloody pill
and what a fool I've been
Listen to the rattle of the rifle and the gun
the Father and the Mother
They gave him a tin hat and
They sold his arse down the river
in a land he doesn't know
Where the hillside's a pure poison,
where the old peon grow their play
the state won thousand young lives
A shining new car, a fat salary
And a penthouse in the city
where they live in scarlet grey
Listen to the rhythm of the
Telling me just what a bloody fool
Listen to the rattle of the rifle and the gun
To the holy ghost, the father and another
When the Lord calls out your name,
I get to thinkin' and I think
And then I get to drinkin' and I drink
Then I get to drinkin' till I
So I sit and count all the paper flowers
have we all been bloodied for?
Listen to the rhythm of the
Telling me just what a bloody bill
Listen to the rattle of a rifle and a gun
Listen to the rhythm of the
Telling me just what a bloody fail,
Listen to the rattle of the rifle and the gun
But God knows I can't, son
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