| Song | They Want War |
| Artist | U.D.O. |
| Album | Metallized |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baltes, Deaffy ... | |
| They are young and they're kids and believe what they see | |
| To do what they've been told | |
| And so they walk away with open eyes | |
| Some are eight or nine or ten | |
| And they die like a fly, and no one knows | |
| Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load | |
| See their eyes open wide | |
| They died before they ever cried | |
| They die in the streets and they die in the fields | |
| When they do what they've been told | |
| But now they're lying dead | |
| Their eyes are closed | |
| Some are eight or nine or ten | |
| And they die like a fly and no one knows | |
| Who they are, they're smaller than the gun they load | |
| See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried | |
| Who taught them how, how to pray | |
| Who told them they're in paradise when they're gonna die | |
| They are blind and they can't fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can't fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can't fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can't fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can't fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can't fight | |
| They want war... | |
| You're gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise | |
| For taking life with no regard, you'll go to hell | |
| And there you'll burn | |
| Children in the battlefield, please don't go | |
| Little birds with fluttering hearts, please don't go |
| zuo qu : Baltes, Deaffy ... | |
| They are young and they' re kids and believe what they see | |
| To do what they' ve been told | |
| And so they walk away with open eyes | |
| Some are eight or nine or ten | |
| And they die like a fly, and no one knows | |
| Who they are, they' re smaller than the gun they load | |
| See their eyes open wide | |
| They died before they ever cried | |
| They die in the streets and they die in the fields | |
| When they do what they' ve been told | |
| But now they' re lying dead | |
| Their eyes are closed | |
| Some are eight or nine or ten | |
| And they die like a fly and no one knows | |
| Who they are, they' re smaller than the gun they load | |
| See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried | |
| Who taught them how, how to pray | |
| Who told them they' re in paradise when they' re gonna die | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war... | |
| You' re gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise | |
| For taking life with no regard, you' ll go to hell | |
| And there you' ll burn | |
| Children in the battlefield, please don' t go | |
| Little birds with fluttering hearts, please don' t go |
| zuò qǔ : Baltes, Deaffy ... | |
| They are young and they' re kids and believe what they see | |
| To do what they' ve been told | |
| And so they walk away with open eyes | |
| Some are eight or nine or ten | |
| And they die like a fly, and no one knows | |
| Who they are, they' re smaller than the gun they load | |
| See their eyes open wide | |
| They died before they ever cried | |
| They die in the streets and they die in the fields | |
| When they do what they' ve been told | |
| But now they' re lying dead | |
| Their eyes are closed | |
| Some are eight or nine or ten | |
| And they die like a fly and no one knows | |
| Who they are, they' re smaller than the gun they load | |
| See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried | |
| Who taught them how, how to pray | |
| Who told them they' re in paradise when they' re gonna die | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war | |
| They are blind and they can' t fight | |
| They want war... | |
| You' re gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise | |
| For taking life with no regard, you' ll go to hell | |
| And there you' ll burn | |
| Children in the battlefield, please don' t go | |
| Little birds with fluttering hearts, please don' t go |