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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Franti & Spearhead
Michael Franti & Spearhead
Lead Vocals
Manas Itene
Manas Itene
Drums
Carl Young
Carl Young
Bass
Dave Shul
Dave Shul
Guitar
Jason Bowman
Jason Bowman
Guitar
MICHAEL HYDE
MICHAEL HYDE
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Franti
Michael Franti
Songwriter
Manas Itene
Manas Itene
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Franti & Spearhead
Michael Franti & Spearhead
Producer

Lyrics

Oh It never makes no sense It never makes no sense Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter Fire, fire, fire, Oh Armaggedon is a deadly day Armaggedon is a deadly way They're coming for you every day While senator's on a holiday The army recruiter's in the parking lot, Hustling the kids, they're juggling pot Listen young man, listen to my plan Gonna make you money, gonna make you a man, Bam Bam Here's what you get: An M16 and a kevlar vest You might come home with one less leg, but These things will surely keep a bullet out your chest So come on, come on Sign up, come on This one's nothing like Vietnam Except for the bullets, except for the bombs Except for the youth that's gone So we keep it on Till you're coming home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter Fire, fire, fire, So we keep it on Till you're coming home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter Fire, fire, fire, yeah Tell me Mr. President, tell me if you will: How many people does a smart bomb kill? How many of them do you think we've got The General says we never miss a shot And we never ever ever keep a body count We're killing so efficiently we can't keep count In the Afghan hills, the rebels still fighting Opium fields keep on providing The best heroin that money can buy in No body knows where Osama been hidin' The press conferences keep on lying, like we don't know So we keep it on Till you're coming home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter Fire, fire, fire So we keep it on Till you're coming home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter Fire, fire, fire, yeah So Mr Engine-ingen Number Nine Machine guns on the New York transit line The war for oil is a war for the beast The war on terror is a war on peace Telling you they're gonna protect you, and Telling you that they support the truth Don't let them fool you with the milk and honey, No They only want your money One step forward and two steps back One step forward and two steps back Why do veterans get no respect? PT-SD and a broken back Take a look at where your money's gone Take a look at what they spend it on No excuses, no illusions Light up your lighter, bring 'em home, So we keep it on Till you're coming home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter Fire, fire, fire So we keep it on Till you're coming home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter Fire, fire, fire So we keep it on Till you're coming home Higher and higher Fire, fire, fire, light up your lighter Fire, fire, fire, yeah Fire, fire, fire Yeah, you know So light up your lighter, yeah End
Writer(s): Michael Franti, Manas Itene Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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