IAN BROWN & SINÉAD O’CONNOR: “ILLEGAL ATTACKS”

"What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the faces of the poor? saith the Lord God of hosts." (Isaiah 3:15)



Illegal Attacks

So what the fuck is this UK
Gunnin' with this US of A
In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan?

Does not a day go by
Without the Israeli Air Force
Failin' to drop its bombs from the sky?

How many mothers have to cry?
How many sons have to die?
How many missions left to fly over Palestine?

'Cause as a matter of fact
It's a pact, it's an act,
These are illegal attacks,
So bring the soldiers back!

These are illegal attacks,
It's contracts for contacts.
I'm singing concrete facts,
So bring the soldiers back!

What mean ye that ye beat my people?
What mean ye that ye beat my people,
And grind the faces of the poor?

So tell me just how come were the Taliban
Sat burning incense in Texas,
Roaming round in a Lexus,
Sittin' on six billion oil drums?

Down with the Dow Jones,
Up on the Nasdaq,
Pushed into the war zones.

It's a commercial crusade,
'Cause all the oil men get paid.
And only so many soldiers come home.

It's a commando crusade,
A military charade,
And only so many soldiers come home.

Soldiers, soldiers, come home!
Soldiers, come home!

Through all the blood and sweat
Nobody can forget,
It ain't the size of the dog in the fight,
It's the size of the fight in the dog,
On the day or the night,
There's no time to reflect
On the threat, the situation,
The bark nor the bite.

These are commercial crusades,
'Cos all the oil men get paid.

These are commando crusades,
Commando tactical rape.

And from the streets of New York and Baghdad
To Tehran and Tel Aviv,
Bring forth the prophets of the Lord!

Dirty bastards fillin' pockets
With the profits of greed.

These are commercial crusades,
Commando tactical raids,
Playin' military charades to get paid.

And who got the devils?
And who got the Lords?

Build yourself a mountain,
Drink up in the fountain.

Soldiers, come home.
Soldiers, come home.
Soldiers, come home.
Soldiers, come home.

What mean ye that ye beat my people
What mean ye that ye beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor?

 

Where there is error, may we bring truth;
Where there is doubt, may we bring faith;
And where there is despair, may we bring hope.

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