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Disneyland (Stays The Same)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 27.09.2012

No more Cigars from Cuba, oppression in East Timor,
sedition in Zimbabwe, dollar crisis in New York.
Skinhead thugs out on the streets in London and Berlin,
GM foods grown in the West, in Thailand - Burger King.

Trees fall in the rainforest, the Yen falls in Japan,
killer virus in the Congo, HIV in the Vatican.
Silicon deaths in Hollywood, famine in Sudan,
atomic tests by India, France and Pakistan.

It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor,
if the bombs are dropping and the world's at war -
one place stays secure:

Disneyland will stay the same.
Disneyland will stay the same.

Massacres in Mexico, in Moscow - the Mafia,
weapons inspectors leave Iraq, terror in Bogota.
Water shortage in the West Bank, New Guinea tsunami,
ethnic cleansing by the Serbs, the Turks and the Chinese.

It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor,
if the bombs are dropping and the world's at war -
one place stays secure:

Disneyland will stay the same.
Disneyland will stay the same.

Northern Ireland talks break down, Basque attacks in Spain,
fascists and fundamentalists on the rise again.
Clampdown in Vietnam, Aborigine rights denied,
tourist murders in Uganda, the entire EU resigns.

It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor,
if the bombs are dropping and the world's at war -
Disneyland will stay secure.
When your life's fucked up and down the drain
and you haven't got the energy to start again -
Disneyland will stay the same.
Disneyland will stay the same.


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