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Pure John Gorka (John Gorka) · John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16 (Keith Urban) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War: Songs from the War Years, 1941-1945/Music from the War Movies (Hutchinson, Hutch) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · John Phillips (John, The Wolf King of L.A.) [Bonus Tracks] (John Phillips) · John Phillips (John, The Wolf King of L.A.) (John Phillips) · Long John's Blues/Looking at Long John (Long John Baldry) · John, John, Jones (John Coltrane) – and 90 other albums »


The great Gaels of Ireland
The race that God made mad
For all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad

words remembered by John A. Roche
Gimme that thing
That thing gone wild

War machine war machine
War machine war machine

Make a stand show your hand
Calling a high command
Don't
By Bill Chadwick and John Chadwick
The king of Zor, he called for war
And the king of Zam, he answered.
They fashioned their weapons one upon one
muzzle
Protect the freedom of the mind
Speak out against the prejudicial
Extinguish ignorance by mouth

War of words
War of words

Disarm
And they're picking out our eyes by coal and candlelight
When the war came, the war came hard

We mae made our oath to Vavilov
We'd not betray the solanum
Gimme that thing and feed your war

War Machine

Make a stand, show your hand
Call in the high command
Don't think, just obey
I'm like a bird
yeah

Dread at the controls, label them John Doe

Sounds like it's war to me
Peace, love and casualties
Sounds like it's war to me, yeah
Close
Make a wish on our sorry little hearts
Have a smoke, pour a drink, steal a kiss in the dark
Fingernails on my skin like the teeth of a shark
I'm
Gimme that thing and feed your war

War Machine

Make a stand, show your hand
Call in the high command
Don't think, just obey
I'm like a bird
And John got to take a look
And he told us what he saw when it's easy to see
It's goin' by the book
It's goin' by the book

(It's goin' by the book)
(It's
are still gettin' pushed to the back
Puerto-Ricans gettin' dissed the same
Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane
Fuck John Wayne
I don't hate
to make it better
And there's no apology to change my mind
I guess I could have sent a "Dear John" letter
But it's written on my face,it's war paint time
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock

People said John was a slacker cause
they're forgotten men remembered by so few. 

But the war is over and the fighting ended many years ago. 
The war is over. The battle's won but what is
that what you fought the war for
Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for

When still the muscles make the man.
How can you make love to me 
 dressed up for a fight? 
 Pick me up off the floor 
 No more -- 'cause you surely 
 can't be mine 
 Religion came
mothers bear children martyrs of greed bitter love
While the so called chosen make war
So many suffer in the name of god their faith at a closed door
and breakthrough
Something bombastic to make you change
Your point of view, before you focus on
Anything new

Presenting by the dangerous to general public
Recorded by Hank Snow

The sun goes down
And leaves me sad and blue
The iron curtain falls
On this cold war with you
Tho' you don't speak
And I won't
that what you fought the war for
Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for

When still the muscles make the man.
You gotta do it gotta do it gotta do it all alone
No one else will do it for you
You're on your own
Do it
It may be love or war or mopping up
be love or war or mopping up the floor but just do it
Don't send a friend who's true to pitch your woo for you or you'll rue it
Do it yourself
Don't
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in

Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire

Words and Music by Bill
could you fill with all the people killed in war, 
Now you look me in my eyes and tell me whats its good for.

Battlecry Remix
As interpolated by Bone
search of glory
Make their blood mark on history
As the children die of malnutrition
Another child killed by
Some political position
Intervetion