Paroles de 'Arabs And Americans' par The Sun And The Moon

Hordes of angry voices rise in unison
Scores of savage human cries assault the brain
(Go away)

All aboard it's the very last trance
Just the routine chants for the one who's trying to make it to america
[Feel love too?]

They hear loud and clear
Fearful, hateful cries that are coming from arabia
It's a mania

We don't care, we don't care anymore
(See a young iranian scream for the blood of every last american)
We don't care, we don't care anymore
(Don't dare turn your backs on the fury of the mobs and the burning flags)

Abuses are hurled and vengeance spewed
In bored disdain
Such creatures stalk the backs of our armchairs out and once again
Hurl us into violence

Big ben, news at 10,
Mounting tension viewed from the safety of the living room
Living tomb

Not so far away, all packed tight with a life of television
It's night or day
Ahh, doesn't matter anyway

We don't care, we don't care anymore
(Ring out the old, ring in the new, yesterday's headline yesterday's news)
We don't care, we don't care anymore
(Let's play a guessing game, who is mad and who is sane?)

Brother can't you help us out?
Come on, tell us how you climb so high
Sister can't you help us out?
Come on, teach us how to touch the sky

Such dreams are all we have
But I'm thinking
There's always hope that someone's there to pick up the pieces
Come on brothers help us out,
Come on, come on
Come on, come on

Arabs and iranians,
So swift to search for a savior
Russians and americans
Too proud to beg you for favors

Such dreams are all we have
But I'm thinking
There's always hope that someone's left to pick up survivors
Come on brothers help us out,
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on sister help us out
Come on, come on

Arabs and iranians,
So swift to search for a savior
Russians and americans
Too proud to beg you for favors
Catholics and anglicans
So swift to search for a savior
I'm just homo sapien
Pay the bill for their failure