paroles de chanson Short Cut Draw Blood (Live in Groningen, Netherlands, 26 March 1978) - Jim Capaldi

Well you can build a lot of buildings that you want in this world, till a man can′t see a thing.
Keep on spraying the crops with your suicide juice, till the birds no longer sing.
Speeding up the production line of automobiles and make a profit, that the labour won't bring.
But I′m telling you that a short cut is gonna draw blood'
Cause I'm tellin′ you that a short cut is gonna draw blood
And your gonna get your face pushed in the mud.
Well you can build all the aeroplanes and the bombs that you want.
But you know it don′t scare me.
You can build a brick wall around the entire population, and try and tell them that they're free.
And you keep on drilling for your precious oil, until you even mess up the sea.
But I′m telling you that a short cut is gonna draw blood'
Cause I′m tellin' you that a short cut is gonna draw blood
And your gonna get your face pushed in the mud.
Well you been wheelin′ and dealin' like a man with ten arms, just to keep your lifestyle grand.
You been puttin' on pressure and squeezin′ the earth, like a snake with an iron hand.
You got to kill off every Indian in the jungle that′s living, and take away their land.
But I'm telling you that a short cut is gonna draw blood′
Cause I'm tellin′ you that a short cut is gonna draw blood
And your gonna get your face pushed in the mud.
Well you keep on spewing out your dirt and your filth, till the earth begins to choke.
Keep on playing your stupid games with your dagger and your cloak.
But you won't get me workin′ in your factory, because I thrown away the yoke.
But I'm telling you that a short cut is gonna draw blood'
Cause I′m tellin′ you that a short cut is gonna draw blood
And your gonna get your face pushed in the mud.