Dirty Job Songtext
von The Black Cat Bone

The money
The fame
You got it all
Now play the game of
GOD
Desire
Lust for power

So go ahead and
Make your move
Go and do what you do best
While the rest
Are under your command

Move your pawns
How you like
In the day you fight
And prepare your strike
In the dead of night


You feed the greed
You feel the need
To fight a war
Send all the poor
To kill their own
While others mourn
In your hand is a flag that′s torn!

Megalomaniac
You want to attack
Fueled by the hate
That HATE
That's on your back
You got it all wrong
You got it all wrong
Why don′t you send your children to fight your war?

You cross the line
But others die
Lay on your back
While they attack
And kill their own
But others mourn
In your hand is a flag that burns!


You
Lost control
You've closed the door
To peace for sure
You want a war
Worth fighting for
You want us for
Your DIRTY JOB!

You
Lost control
You've closed the door
To peace for sure
You want a war
Worth fighting for
You want us for
Your DIRTY JOB!