A Blues for Buddha Songtext
von The Silencers
A Blues for Buddha Songtext
We′re running guns to a holy war
For soldiers of the soul
Where right and wrong come apart at the seams
And fear is on patrol
In the mad mad world
Of a lost newsreel
Little children sing
A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
The dollar is our king
A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
The dollar is our king
We're making friends with a foreign power
Through telescopic sights
A quiet cocktail during happy hour
For the exploitation rights
In the mad mad world
Of a lost newsreel
Teach your kids to sing
A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
The dollar is our king
A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
The dollar is our king
The dollar is our king
The dollar is our king
For soldiers of the soul
Where right and wrong come apart at the seams
And fear is on patrol
In the mad mad world
Of a lost newsreel
Little children sing
A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
The dollar is our king
A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
The dollar is our king
We're making friends with a foreign power
Through telescopic sights
A quiet cocktail during happy hour
For the exploitation rights
In the mad mad world
Of a lost newsreel
Teach your kids to sing
A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
The dollar is our king
A Blues For Buddha, Buddha
The dollar is our king
The dollar is our king
The dollar is our king
Writer(s): Jimmy O'neill, Charles Edward Mchugh Burns, Martin Stuart Hanlin, Joseph Donnelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
