Songtext von All Fly Away

Your golden bombs go off Your military struts its stuff You buy and sell and waiting for the big one Tales that the money's gone Keep 'em ignorant and stripped of song Feed the fire, Peace remains the thin one Oh no, you'll see they'll be crying in your streets When the Dancer, the Teacher, the Writer ... all fly away the Players, the Painters I see you black and white Computerized and very right Guns on every door and every window You're the picture of security Keep 'em ignorant and you're worry free No one hears the music at Ground Zero