paroles de chanson The War Racket (Unplugged) - Buffy Sainte-Marie
                                                Ooo 
                                                you're 
                                                slick 
–                                                you 
                                                investors 
                                                in 
                                                hate
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                Saddams 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                Bushes; 
                                                you 
                                                Bin 
                                                Ladens 
                                                and 
                                                snakes
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                billionaire 
                                                bullies; 
                                                you're 
                                                    a 
                                                globalized 
                                                curse
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                put 
                                                war 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                masses 
                                                while 
                                                you 
                                                clean 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                purse
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                how 
                                                it's 
                                                done 
                                                war 
                                                after 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                old 
                                                feudal 
                                                parasites 
                                                just 
                                                sacrifice 
                                                the 
                                                poor
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've 
                                                got 
                                                the 
                                                cutting 
                                                edge 
                                                weapons 
                                                but 
                                                your 
                                                scam's 
                                                still 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                it's 
                                                been 
                                                since 
                                                the 
                                                Romans: 
                                                it's 
                                                the 
                                                patriot 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                racket
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                twisters 
                                                of 
                                                language; 
                                                you 
                                                creeps 
                                                of 
                                                disguise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                disinformation; 
                                                like 
                                                worms 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                privileged 
                                                bankers; 
                                                you 
                                                gambler 
                                                thieves
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                profit 
                                                on 
                                                war; 
                                                there's 
                                                less 
                                                money 
                                                in 
                                                peace
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                how 
                                                it's 
                                                done 
                                                time 
                                                after 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Country 
                                                after 
                                                country, 
                                                crime 
                                                after 
                                                crime
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                pretend 
                                                it's 
                                                religion 
                                                and 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                to 
                                                blame
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                and 
                                                impoverished 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                little 
                                                patriot 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                Honey, 
                                                that's 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                racket
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                the 
                                                world's 
                                                greatest 
                                                power 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                team 
                                                up 
                                                with 
                                                thugs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Make 
                                                    a 
                                                fortune 
                                                on 
                                                weapons, 
                                                destruction 
                                                and 
                                                drugs
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                your 
                                                flags 
&                                                boots 
&                                                uniforms 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                all 
                                                look 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                both 
                                                sides 
                                                are 
                                                killing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                patriot 
                                                game: 
                                                it's 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                racket
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                how 
                                                it's 
                                                done, 
                                                and 
                                                you've 
                                                got 
                                                our 
                                                sons
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                crosshairs 
                                                of 
                                                horror 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                national 
                                                anthems 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                all 
                                                smell 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                all 
                                                sides 
                                                are 
                                                dying 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                patriot 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                racket
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                war 
                                                is 
                                                never, 
                                                ever 
                                                holy
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                greedy 
                                                men's 
                                                dream
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                two-faced 
                                                crusaders: 
                                                both 
                                                sides 
                                                are 
                                                obscene
 
                                    
                                
                                                War's 
                                                not 
                                                made 
                                                by 
                                                God: 
                                                War's 
                                                made 
                                                by 
                                                men
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                misdirect 
                                                our 
                                                attention 
                                                while 
                                                you 
                                                thieves 
                                                do 
                                                your 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that's 
                                                how 
                                                it's 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                About 
                                                every 
                                                30 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rich 
                                                fill 
                                                their 
                                                coffers
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                poor 
                                                fill 
                                                with 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                young 
                                                fill 
                                                the 
                                                coffins
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                old 
                                                hang 
                                                    a 
                                                wreath
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                politicians 
                                                get 
                                                photographed 
                                                with 
                                                their 
                                                names 
                                                underneath.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                War 
                                                Racket
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                patriot 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                war 
                                                racket
 
                                    
                                
                            1 You Got To Run (Spirit of the Wind)
2 The War Racket
3 Starwalker
4 My Country 'Tis of Thy People You're Dying
5 America The Beautiful
6 Carry It On
7 Little Wheel Spin and Spin
8 No No Keshagesh
9 Soldier Blue
10 The Preists of the Golden Bull
11 Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee
12 Universal Soldier
13 Power In The Blood
14 Disinformation
15 Fallen Angels
16 Now That the Buffalo's Gone
17 Generation
18 Working For The Government
19 The Big Ones Get Away
20 The War Racket (Unplugged)
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