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The Style Council - Текст песни A Gospel
Handed down from fathers to sons
 Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns
 A talk of peace but not in our time
 To save our souls and stop the crime
 Onwards and upwards but going nowhere
 So how many now truthfully swear
 That they do no evil, see no wrong
 The ad-mass agents, the writers of song
 The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers
 Clouding an issue that was never quite clear
 Sent through the ages of boy to man
 The living testament of making a stand
 Killing the wicked then raising the dead
 Eating propaganda and shit spoon fed
 Grasping for wisdom, but thick all the same
 So how many innocents now can claim
 That they play with fire and get burnt
 And through the same mistakes never get learnt
 Hoping for a time it will fall to place
 Faith shall show as our saving grace
 Handed down from God with love
 Was the whole wide world and some above
 But not content to share the land
 Greed was shown the winning hand
 And those whose greed was the strongest of all
 Took upon themselves to lead the callThe Style Council - A Gospel - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-style-council/a-gospel-lyrics.html
 That some must work while other rest
 Without the question of what is best
 The leaders, the losers and the kings
 Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings
Passed on over to the chosen few
 Was the promise of freedom with a breadline queue
 Ghetto's, gateaux and eating it too
 Forcing it all down with a cola brew
 The first amendment and the hunt for reds
 A conscious contradiction with something said
 That they see no evil with eyes shut tight
 A cocaine culture that offers no fight
 Dragged from birth, drugged to death
 The common excuse is just being yourself
 Hand us down before it's too late
 The strength and wisdom to change our state
 Governed by evil and all it will bring
 I can't wait for the day they do the lamppost swing
 And no mercy should they be shown
 For you cannot reason with the devil's own
 They say, they hear no evil, hands clasped tight
 To shut out the victims' screams of ol' Uncle Sam fights
 He sweats and he strains as his boney frame comes
Into the womb of an innocent one















