Lyrics
War without Bullets
Mess on the streets. So plain to see.
Mother fucking rich cause catastrophe.
Sweet child sings, a song of hope, in a class that teaches lies, no one can cope.
Mother sells scent, dads gone to fight, kids don’t eat, mould is the blight
Jack flies free, in the winds of their war, we serve and starve, they break the law.
Making War without bullets on the people on the poor.
War with bullets, no more can we endure
Making War without bullets, on the people on the poor.
War with bullets no more can we endure.
She can’t cope, needle in her arm. In the next street see the lie of their charm.
Selling shit that most, cannot afford. Big bull market, family’s gored.
Kids can’t dress or eat or grow, unless you’re rich now there’s nowhere to go.
Stress and anxiety in all the people’s faces. Time right now to shout out disgraces.
Making War without bullets on the people on the poor.
War with bullets, no more can we endure.
Making War without bullets, on the people on the poor.
War with bullets no more can we endure
Mother sells scent, dads gone to fight, kids don’t eat, mould is the blight.
Jack’s flying free, in the wind of their war, we serve and starve, they break the law.
Making War without bullets on the people on the poor.
War without bullets, no more can we endure.
Making War without bullets, on the people on the poor.
War with bullets no more can we endure
Mother sells scent, dads gone to fight, kids don’t eat, mould is the blight.
Jack’s flying free, in the winds of their war, we serve and starve, they break the law.
Making War without bullets on the people on the poor.
War with bullets, no more can we endure.
War without bullets, on the people on the poor.
War with bullets no more can we endure
Mother sells scent, dads gone to fight, kids don’t eat, mould is the blight.
Jack is flying free, in the winds of their war, we serve and starve, they break the law.
Taught to worship wealthy way, poor and trapped, don’t see the day.
The enemies within, protected by the state. You gonna suffer the poverty fate.
People gonna say that the time is right, to face it down with new power might.
Planet can’t cope with greed of the rich. Smell the coffee now. Don’t be their bitch.
Empathise, organise, catalyse, mobilise.
Empathise, organise, catalyse, mobilise.
Making War without bullets on the people on the poor
War with bullets, no more can we endure
War without bullets, on the people on the poor
War with bullets no more can we endure.
©Stephen Kearney 2023