Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Ian Brown
Voces
Sinéad O'Connor
Voces
Tim Wills
Programación
Robert Maxfield
Batería
Mike Thompson
Trompa
Matt Pegg
Bajo eléctrico
Bill Lockhart
Timbal
Richard Watkins
Trompa
Simon Hale
Intérprete
Jackie Shave
Violín
Perry Montague-Mason
Violín
Pete Lale
Viola
Martin Loveday
Violonchelo
Chris Lawrence
Contrabajo
Skaila Kanga
Arpa
Patrick Kiernan
Violín
Boguslav Kostecki
Violín
Chris Tombling
Violín
Julian Leaper
Violín
Jonathan Rees
Violín
Warren Zielinski
Violín
Mark Berrow
Violín
Liz Edwards
Violín
Cathy Thompson
Violín
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violín
Emlyn Singleton
Violín
Dave Woodcock
Violín
Bruce White
Viola
Garfield Jackson
Viola
Rachel Bolt
Viola
Dave Daniels
Violonchelo
Caroline Dale
Violonchelo
Ben Chappell
Viola
Mary Scully
Contrabajo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ian Brown
Composición
Tim Wills
Composición
Rob Maxfield
Composición
Simon Hale
Arreglista de cuerdas
Producción e ingeniería
Tim Wills
Coproducción
Gordon Davidson
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Robert Maxfield
Coproducción
Tariq Mattar
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Raj Das
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Steve Price
Ingeniería de grabación
Matt Bartram
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Letra
So what the fuck is this UK
Gunnin' with this US of A
In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan
Does not a day go by
Without the Israeli Air Force
Fail to drop it's bombs from the sky?
How many mothers to cry?
How many sons have to die?
How many missions left to fly over Palestine?
'Cause as a matter of facts
It's a pact, it's an act
These are illegal attacks
So bring the soldiers back
These are illegal attacks
It's contracts for contacts
I'm singing concrete facts
So bring the soldiers back
What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor
So tell me just how come were the Taliban
Sat burning incense in Texas
Roaming round in a Lexus
Sittin' on six billion oil drums
Down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq
Pushed into the war zones
It's a commercial crusade
'Cause all the oil men get paid
And only so many soldiers come home
It's a commando crusade
A military charade
And only so many soldiers come home
What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor
Soldiers, soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
Through all the blood and sweat
Nobody can forget
It ain't the size of the dog in the fight
It's the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night
There's no time to reflect
On the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite
These are commercial crusades
'Cause all the oil men get paid
These are commando crusades
Commando tactical rape
And from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tehran and Tel Aviv
Bring forth the prophets of the Lord
From dirty bastards fillin' pockets
With the profits of greed
These are commercial crusades
Commando tactical raids
Playin' military charades to get paid
And who got the devils?
And who got the Lords?
Build yourself a mountain – Drink up in the fountain
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
Soldiers come home
What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor
What mean ya that you beat my people
What mean ya that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor
Written by: Ian Brown, Robert Maxfield, Tim Wills


