War Games 歌词

Here we are my old friend Looking at the photographs Isn't that Jimmy and his dear old dad Isn't it a pity that he turned out mad What about Jack off the drink Makes you wonder, makes you think Chorus: Bring on the soldiers Bring on the guns Bring out the bullets Bring on the sons Bring out the haircut Bring out the draft Bring on the war What you say my old friend Wasn't that a pleasant time Wasn't that funny when she lost her head Gave away the wedding for the team instead And what about Jack turning grey Makes you wonder what you say (chorus) Bring out the Catholics Bring out the Jews Bring out the Protestants And the Arabs too Bring out your Russians And bring out your Yanks Bring out your missiles And bring out your tanks Bring out your capitalists Bring out your Reds Bring out your socialists And you're sick in the head Bring out your hammer Bring up the fist Bring out the sober And let's all go and get fucking pissed Go have your wars