Tommy Gun Lyrics
| Song | Tommy Gun |
| Artist | The Clash |
| Album | The Singles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones, Strummer | |
| Justin.sane - Tommy Gun | |
| Little boy soldier, Tommy Gun, | |
| he'd kill to play "peacekeeper man" | |
| It's a little game he learned from dad, | |
| his daddy was a "peacekeeper" in Iraq | |
| Pretending he's off soldiering, in a distant far off land | |
| He cocks his gun - he shoots you down | |
| Murder again, and again, and again | |
| Murder again and again, | |
| Murder again and again and again | |
| Teaching the children to murder, oh. | |
| Sunday morning off to church, a red faced preacher sweating words | |
| This fat old fuck goes on and on, Tommy learns a special lesson | |
| "Thou shall love thy neighbor, and thou shall never kill | |
| Void in the name of cash." | |
| Teaching the children to murder, Yeah! | |
| You're gonna dream tonight little boy, | |
| and in the nightmare you're gonna wake up to think | |
| THAT'S WHEN YOU GET IT! | |
| They punish anyone, don't you know? | |
| who shows any sign of understanding more than the rhetoric | |
| Just like his dad and his dad's dad before him, | |
| Tommy went off to fight in a war | |
| And protect his people from an inhumane race, | |
| from an out of sight threat, in a far away place | |
| And just before Tommy got shot down, | |
| he stopped to think, to ask himself, | |
| "Are their armies also made up of their poor?" Ooh. | |
| Teaching the children to murder. | |
| How to murder. |
| zuo qu : Jones, Strummer | |
| Justin. sane Tommy Gun | |
| Little boy soldier, Tommy Gun, | |
| he' d kill to play " peacekeeper man" | |
| It' s a little game he learned from dad, | |
| his daddy was a " peacekeeper" in Iraq | |
| Pretending he' s off soldiering, in a distant far off land | |
| He cocks his gun he shoots you down | |
| Murder again, and again, and again | |
| Murder again and again, | |
| Murder again and again and again | |
| Teaching the children to murder, oh. | |
| Sunday morning off to church, a red faced preacher sweating words | |
| This fat old fuck goes on and on, Tommy learns a special lesson | |
| " Thou shall love thy neighbor, and thou shall never kill | |
| Void in the name of cash." | |
| Teaching the children to murder, Yeah! | |
| You' re gonna dream tonight little boy, | |
| and in the nightmare you' re gonna wake up to think | |
| THAT' S WHEN YOU GET IT! | |
| They punish anyone, don' t you know? | |
| who shows any sign of understanding more than the rhetoric | |
| Just like his dad and his dad' s dad before him, | |
| Tommy went off to fight in a war | |
| And protect his people from an inhumane race, | |
| from an out of sight threat, in a far away place | |
| And just before Tommy got shot down, | |
| he stopped to think, to ask himself, | |
| " Are their armies also made up of their poor?" Ooh. | |
| Teaching the children to murder. | |
| How to murder. |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, Strummer | |
| Justin. sane Tommy Gun | |
| Little boy soldier, Tommy Gun, | |
| he' d kill to play " peacekeeper man" | |
| It' s a little game he learned from dad, | |
| his daddy was a " peacekeeper" in Iraq | |
| Pretending he' s off soldiering, in a distant far off land | |
| He cocks his gun he shoots you down | |
| Murder again, and again, and again | |
| Murder again and again, | |
| Murder again and again and again | |
| Teaching the children to murder, oh. | |
| Sunday morning off to church, a red faced preacher sweating words | |
| This fat old fuck goes on and on, Tommy learns a special lesson | |
| " Thou shall love thy neighbor, and thou shall never kill | |
| Void in the name of cash." | |
| Teaching the children to murder, Yeah! | |
| You' re gonna dream tonight little boy, | |
| and in the nightmare you' re gonna wake up to think | |
| THAT' S WHEN YOU GET IT! | |
| They punish anyone, don' t you know? | |
| who shows any sign of understanding more than the rhetoric | |
| Just like his dad and his dad' s dad before him, | |
| Tommy went off to fight in a war | |
| And protect his people from an inhumane race, | |
| from an out of sight threat, in a far away place | |
| And just before Tommy got shot down, | |
| he stopped to think, to ask himself, | |
| " Are their armies also made up of their poor?" Ooh. | |
| Teaching the children to murder. | |
| How to murder. |
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