War - Baaba Maal

We don’t cram around the radio anymore

We have arrived at a multi-dimensional war

Where Diplomats chew it up, and spew it up

And then we starve like orphans with empty cups

There will be no peace, for the press release

So the likelihood of war is on the increase

What we know is all we don’t

When we go to war, I won’t

We’re being sunk in the potion

Massaged, with a lotion

To calm the embers of the fire

There’s nothing as quick as a liar

Don’t you learn your lesson

Are you so effervescent?

That when they say, «Day is day!»

And it’s dark in your window

You say, «Okay!»

And listen more tomorrow

As soon as you pull the trigger word

You’re a space to be replaced

Your dreams defaced

Heavy questions, quickly sink

Leaving no trace, it’s a spiked drink

What kind of trick are you on?

Don’t you remember the last one?

Remember how we forgot about Vietnam

Afghanistan, where you fall to stand

For a dream you haven’t seen

AAAAH!

I’ll fight you!

You’ve taken a pill

You’re totally stunned on war

Media hype, media hype

And the slogans ain’t right

Is that all it takes to set you alight?

There is nothing better than a doped mind

For a young unemployed man to sign

Figures go down, young men sign up

What better when the losing folks

If we’re rocking to the united sound

War, fever, we need you to know

More than ever

We should only attack to righteously defend

Hiding on the system

Are you one of us, or one of them?

Are you one of us, or one of them?

So guilty

For my hard reign, as the duty calls

For it’s children to break down the walls

Of someone, somewhere, in some country

That is suddenly so vital to our history

Young men, in their own fear

But we don’t call it our story

Not here, not when there’s a battle that has to be won

Don’t you understand that the war going on?

More than ever, we should pull together

These are the storms, storms

These are the storms, the storms

These are the storms

These are the storms, the storms

The stormy, stormy weather

The media hype and as long as they like

Cause all it takes is that your light does

Not infect a doped mind

For the young unemployed man to sign

Figures go down

Young men sign up

What better than the losing folks

Until we’re rocking to the united sound

War, fever, we need unity now

More than ever

We should only attack to righteously defend

Power, paranoia system

Are you one of us or one of them?

Soldiers fall like hard rain

And government call for the children

To break down the walls

Of someone, somewhere, in some other country

And it’s suddenly so vital to our history

Young men claim they have no fear

But we don’t call that story

Not here, not when there’s a battle

That has to be won

But we don’t call it our story

Don’t you understand?

There’s a war going on

More than ever, we should pull together

These are the days of stormy weather

Where they’re patching each other’s faces

The nationalist regroup faces

Places, as the fear of the fallen arises

The race attack come rises

Victim to the small island mentality

England is no mother country