I DON'T NEED YOUR CIVIL WAR!

Neotribalista

Civil War
Guns N' Roses

"What we've got here is failure to communicate
Some men you just can't reach
So you get what we had here last week
Which is the way he wants it, well, he gets it
I don't like it any more than you men"

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights

And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

Did you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said, peace could last forever
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see

So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fighting
For their promised land

And I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
You're power hungry selling soldiers
In a human grocery store, ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes you're filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before

Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights

Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

"We practice selective annihilation
Of mayors and government officials
For example to create a vacuum then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances, peace is closer"

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
You're power hungry selling soldiers
In a human grocery store, ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war

I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
You're power hungry selling soldiers
In a human grocery store, ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war

What's so civil about war, anyway?

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Toda solidariedade ao venerável povo sírio. Este nobre povo guerreiro protege a cidade de Damasco a ininterruptos 5 mil anos. Não será um bando de vândalos, baderneiros, piromaníacos, psicopatas sem coração e estupradores financiados pelas forças do imperialismo ianque personificadas na pessoa do Sr Hussein que conseguirá derrubá-los. Que Allah, o Clemente, o Misericordioso, proteja-os de todos os ataques das Forças do Mal.

Fernando_Silva

Apatico disse: Que Allah, o Clemente, o Misericordioso, proteja-os de todos os ataques das Forças do Mal.

Os dois (três? quatro?) lados acham que Allah está do lado deles.

Fernando_Silva

Masters Of War
Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Neotribalista

Os dois (três? quatro?) lados acham que Allah está do lado deles.

Que seja.