El ball de la mort

thatcher_reagan

(…)

How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death.

Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice.
Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood,
Your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had.
You smile in the face of the death cause you are so proud and vain,
Your inhumanity stops you from realising the pain
That you inflicted, you determines, you created, you ordered –
It was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered.

(…)

1 – 2 – 3 – 4  We don’t want your fucking war!
1 – 2 – 3 – 4  We don’t want your fucking war!
1 – 2 – 3 – 4  We don’t want your fucking war!
1 – 2 – 3 – 4  You can stop your fucking war!

(…)

CRASS, How does it feel? Cançó completa aquí!

 

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