War Games
Flash and the Pan 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

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

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

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

Contributed by Samantha L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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muito bom.

progmeup

Great song with a fantastic buildup. Anyone get a "I am the Walrus" feel from that chaotic middle?

Unhinged Connoisseur

@progmeup ๐Ÿ˜

progmeup

@Unhinged Connoisseur Good point. (I just keep mumbling "oompah, oompah, stick it up your jumper" over the middle part. Robbie Williams did something very similar many years later on "Morning Sun".) There are more Beatlisms on the next song too. "Lucy" is still out there in that "Norwegian Wood"! ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

Unhinged Connoisseur

felt more like โ€œa day in the lifeโ€ to me

but yeah itโ€™s such a good song

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