Burnt Cross - Arms Trade, Death Trade | Текст песни

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• Burnt Cross
• Arms Trade, Death Trade

Each year they gather, warmongering companies
Whilst childrens limbs are torn from their bodies
The only death you hear about is the English squaddie
You’ve seen the pictures, murder and violence
Arms trade in your city of silence
The trading of death should inflame your defiance

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How many people are you gonna kill now
The money you made and the weapons you sell
Circus of death full of government clowns
How many people are you gonna kill now
The money you made and the weapons you sell
Dropping dirty bombs, Armageddon now!

The lines of police treating us like scum
Inside the hall their selling tanks and guns
Anarchist, activists spoiling their fun
Behind the suits the handshakes and smiles
Lies a business so horrific and vile
Once again protestors are the ones on trial

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Weapons for money, millions devoured
Weapons for murder, the glory, the power
Weapons for profit, the government dictate
Weapons to rule us, weapons to rule us

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