Cheap the Bullet
desert
written by John Lees

The streets ran red with the blood of the innocent
Why, why, why?
We stab our knives in the back of humanity
Why, why, why?
There's never peace, just a spiral of violence
Why, why, why?
We'll shoot you down for a difference of opinion
Why, why, why?

Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
Sons and daughters lost and gone
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
No talk, no thought
Just shoot and run

Our children wake to the bomb and the body search
Why, why, why?
We fill their ears with drums and the battle cries
Why, why, why?
They burn your car when you stray it's a game they play
Why, why, why?
They're fed on hate it's a circle we don't wanna break
Why, why, why?

Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
Sons and daughters lost and gone
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
No talk, no thought
Just shoot and run

I'm baptised in your prejudice
I'm confirmed with your hate
I'm ordained into violence
I'm a child of the modern world
Of the media world
Of the TV world
Of the modern world

Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
Sons and daughters lost and gone
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
No talk, no thought
Just shoot and run...

desert

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John Lennon's Guitar
desert
written by John Lees

Back in the autumn of seventy
On the night shift at Abbey Road
Four young men were recording a song named 'Galadriel'
For an album they'd call "Once again".
The producer was Norman Smith
Who'd engineered with the Beatles and John
Whose guitar was to be instrumental that day
When I came to play

I remember it well, as if it was yesterday
The day that I played
John Lennon's guitar
I remember it well, as if it was yesterday
The day that I played
John Lennon's guitar

Back in the autumn of seventy
As I played on my borrowed guitar
How could I know the Beatles would split the next day
My heroes break up and go their own way

Now autumns they come and they go
But my friends and my memories remain
And my heroes, well some of them fell from the stage
But their lights still remains

I remember it well, as if it was yesterday
The day that I played
John Lennon's guitar
I remember it well, as if it was yesterday
The day that I played
John Lennon's guitar

I remember the day
I remember the day
I remember the day
I remember the day
The day that I played
John Lennon's guitar
I remember the day, as if it was yesterday
And I know that the memories will never fade
I remember the day, as if it was yesterday
The day that I played
John Lennon's guitar...

desert



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