U.S. Bombs - Bloody Rag

Tin soldiers fought for what we got and now its lost

Spirits of two hundred years gets laundrode in the wash

The keepers of the key have lied to you
they lied to me, millions died for a color’d cloth on a pole knee deep

Children fight so buerocrats can have a seat

Inflations up the dollars down war means economy

He’s digging for the gold he wears a flag upon his sleeve

bible in his hand

Lavish the oil in the middle east

Ousted Ousted Ousted Ousted



ya don’t believe ya don’t

its dungary its dungary to talk

ya don’t believe its dungary - ect

Bloody rag torn to shreds

Bloody rag millions dead

Bloody rag !

A bloody rag