An Untitled Protest Lyrics
| Song | An Untitled Protest |
| Artist | Country Joe & the Fish |
| Album | The Life and Time of Country Joe and The Fish (From Haight-Ashbury to Woodstock) |
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| 作词 : McDonald | |
| McDonald | |
| Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes | |
| While cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies | |
| Send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands | |
| And then proceed to target "B" in keeping with their plans | |
| Khaki priests of Christendom interpreters of love | |
| Ride a stone Leviathan across a sea of blood | |
| And pound their feet into the sand of shores they've never seen | |
| Delegates from the western land to join the death machine | |
| And we send cards and letters. | |
| The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud | |
| And fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood | |
| And super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand | |
| Yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman | |
| The junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside | |
| And soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide | |
| And those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death | |
| Lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath | |
| And we send prayers and praises. |
| zuo ci : McDonald | |
| McDonald | |
| Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes | |
| While cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies | |
| Send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands | |
| And then proceed to target " B" in keeping with their plans | |
| Khaki priests of Christendom interpreters of love | |
| Ride a stone Leviathan across a sea of blood | |
| And pound their feet into the sand of shores they' ve never seen | |
| Delegates from the western land to join the death machine | |
| And we send cards and letters. | |
| The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud | |
| And fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood | |
| And super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand | |
| Yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman | |
| The junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside | |
| And soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide | |
| And those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death | |
| Lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath | |
| And we send prayers and praises. |
| zuò cí : McDonald | |
| McDonald | |
| Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes | |
| While cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies | |
| Send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands | |
| And then proceed to target " B" in keeping with their plans | |
| Khaki priests of Christendom interpreters of love | |
| Ride a stone Leviathan across a sea of blood | |
| And pound their feet into the sand of shores they' ve never seen | |
| Delegates from the western land to join the death machine | |
| And we send cards and letters. | |
| The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud | |
| And fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood | |
| And super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand | |
| Yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman | |
| The junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside | |
| And soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide | |
| And those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death | |
| Lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath | |
| And we send prayers and praises. |
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