here's a few songs..i'll post more soon.....
Civil War
"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!
N'
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
D'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 fightin'
For
their promised land
And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power
hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Look at the
shoes your 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
Your power hungry sellin'
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
Your power hungry sellin' 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
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
Welcome to the Jungle
Welcome to the jungle
We've got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want
Honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey
We got your disease
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed
Welcome to the jungle
We take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed
But it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl
That's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights
But you won't get them for free
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream
Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here everyday
Ya learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me
And when you're high you never
Ever want to come down, YEAH!
You know where you are
You're in the jungle baby
You're gonna die
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
It' gonna bring you down |
Sweet Child O' Mine
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine