Lordy, Lordy with your bloody ways.
Send down the bomb at us 'till the earth she sways.
Send down the friggin' pest,
For men we will not rest.
We want another war.
We'll fight segregation, we'll fight the black.
We'll fight the yellow race, the reds and then back.
We want to hold a gun and shoot.
That's why we were born.
And we want the bomb to boot,
Or mankind is forlorn
So give us war! war! war! like it ever was before.
We'll fight the viets,
We'll fight the vietnicks too.
We'll fight anybody,
That's what we're livin'for.
We will creep upon them in the middle of night.
And all we got to do is
THINK THAT WE'RE RIGHT.
Toegevoegd door Mart Storms op wo 22 feb, 2006 11:45 am
Laatst bijgewerkt door walter op wo 22 feb, 2006 3:48 pm