all their kids committing suicide What have we done? Maggie, what have we done? What have we done to England? Should we shout? Should we scream? What happened to the post war dream
sun with all their kids committing suicide what have we done maggie what have we done what have we done to England should we shout should we scream "what happened to the post war dream
Translation: Pink. The Post War Dream.
Translation: Pink Floyd. The Post War Dream.
rising sun with all their kids committing suicide what have we done maggie what have we done what have we done to England should we shout should we scream "what happened to the post war dream
sun with all their kids committing suicide what have we done maggie what have we done what have we done to england should we shout should we scream ``what happened to the post war dream
, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabic's Call a truce, world peace, stop actin' like savages No war
(Live LIfe) My life (My life) The life (the life) Today (today) Life life (life life) The life (the life) My life (my life) Today, and, forever I used to have dreams
us, the 911 was bogus Now we right back at him Say the war is our motive Wake up early in the streets of the block, streets of the block He posted up
week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning and a new fitted and some job opportunities thats lucrative and sold your dreams
holds diamonds like the jewelry store case They argue walk this way, now walk this way And Laura's asleep in my bed As I'm leaving she wakes up and says ?I dreamed
this means war 100% uncut raw Fuck limited freedom, nigga we want more The machine is corrupted down to the core Rebel army, muthafucka! This means war
collect my paper See me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra Hop out of my porche, pull my trunk and extort ya Yup we west coast and dog we stay posting
the fallen snow When he was too drunk to walk Then came the day We were sent away We got our papers Posted trough the door And sent off to war
and beg for more When the sword is raised and the trumpet calls You bow down, bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song Did you believe in the post-war dream
