Paroles de I Will Give You a Gun

Oh, child, sing, you sing Sing for the death that will receive you Oh, god, he does not wait Oh, god has packed his things and left some time ago Children, raise your hands into the air And form them into fists And throw your grenades and such everywhere I will give you a gun I will give you a gun To shoot your brothers down I will give you a gun I will give you a gun Go on and shoot your brothers down