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Revolution an der Tanzbar: OUTERNATIONAL - SIR NO SIR

Heute mal was von Outernational aus Brooklyn:





Lyrics:

"SIR NO SIR

Open your eyes desert sand is in your vision now
You know the lies while you're off in a distant land
How do you justify the crimes you're committing kid?
Now that you've seen what it's like on this battlefield
Hey what you say when the sun comes low
Knocking at my front door looking for a way out
Now let it go with a solemn sense of purpose
Can't hold on we're on our own again

Something's got to give, something's got to give
Something's got to give, something's got to give

Your planet's burning war and torture's madness
Bodies burning a whole countries torn to bits
First you're cannon-fodder now you're accomplices
I can see the scars from your arms to your conscience
Hey what you say when the sun comes low
Knocking at my front door looking for a way out
Now let it go with a solemn sense of purpose
Can't hold on we're on our own again

Something's got to give, something's got to give
Something's got to give, something's got to give

I love working for Uncle Sam
Lets me know just who I am!
I love working for Uncle Sam
Lets me know just who I am!

Sir, No Sir!
Sir, No Sir!
Sir, No Sir!
Sir, No Sir!

Something's got to give, something's got to give
Something's got to give, something's got to give
Something's got to give, something's got to give
Something's got to give, no more hopelessness"

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