Lyrics:
These weapons of mass destruction
Around our world, threat to us all
Operated by fears, cold over years
Systematic death, terminal breath!
So now it's over let the spot light fade
I hear the music slowly fade away
And now i find it hard to say good bye
So I'll just say good night my
A merry, merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
War is over, if you want it
War is over now
War is over, if
Wake up, say good morning to
That sleepy person lying next to you
If there's no one there then there's no one there
But at least the war is over
Oh no-there's got to be a better way
Say it again
There's got to be a better way-yeah
What is it good for? (war)
Man has a sense for
Until the philosophy which holds one race
Superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Everywhere is war, me
again
Standin' over by the record machine
Looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Meanwhile I
Wake up, say good morning to
That sleepy person lying next to you
If there's no one there then there's no one there
But at least the war is over
Over the battle fields of all the great wars since the beginning of time
Have walked perhaps the bravest heroes of them all
The men known simply by
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
Starks and, um, Lex Diamonds
Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
Cream, my whole team is eatin' off this good shit
Word up
Good shit, nigga (I guess we
And a happy new year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas
And what have we done?
(War is over if you want it)
Another year
of PermaWar
You live to die another day, we send you off with a gun
We're making money hand over fist, that's why we're never done
We're tired, of keeping
The whole world knows it's so
We're supporting a dictator who
Holds Hitler his hero
There is a war we ought to
Fight: it's the war on poverty
"With jobs for
I'm still so good over you
I'm still so good over you
Even if I didn't have a dollar in the bank
Even if you were my only way
I'm still so good over you
Do good my brother
And good will follow you
I know
I know
Hey
I will always do the good I can, war and hatred I can't
Stand
And I hope you
The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine
I should be working down in the vines
But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine
Watching
she is again
Standin' over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over
and tore up good
Down on Copperline
It doesn't come as a surprise to me
It doesn't touch my memory
Man I'm lifting up and rising free
Down on over
I believe in starting over
I can see that your heart is true
I believe in good things coming back to you
You're the light that lifts me higher
So
February 12th, 1973
The prayers of thousands were answered
The war was over, and the first of the prisoners returned
Needless to say, it was
again
Standin' over by the record machine
Looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Meanwhile I
shit to you
But that's how much they are
So they're gonna use this shit just to get by
Is gold, diamonds helpin' ya?
Don't you like my bandana?
My
Hey babe, it's written all over your face, say it
A hurricane behind the door
So I've come ready for a war
When you don't want coffee in
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