Flash And The Pan War Games Lyrics

War Games Lyrics

Here we are my old friend

Looking at the photographs

Isn't that
Jimmy and his dear old dad

Isn't it a pity that he turned out mad

What about Jack off the drink

Makes you wonder, makes you think



Chorus:

Bring on the soldiers

Bring on the guns

Bring out the bullets

Bring on the sons

Bring out the haircut

Bring out the draft

Bring on the war



What you say my old
friend

Wasn't that a pleasant time

Wasn't that funny when she lost
her head

Gave away the wedding for the team instead

And what about
Jack turning grey

Makes you wonder what you say



(chorus)



Bring out the Catholics

Bring out the Jews

Bring out the
Protestants

And the Arabs too

Bring out your Russians

And
bring out your Yanks

Bring out your missiles

And bring out your
tanks

Bring out your capitalists

Bring out your Reds

Bring
out your socialists

And you're sick in the head

Bring out your
hammer

Bring up the fist

Bring out the sober

And let's all go
and get fucking pissed

Go have your wars