Musik und Text: Kralle/Szyslow
I won't be around
I won't be their clown
I won't be their mouth
Nor eye or ear
When they say:
"Hey folks, it's time for war again"
They're seeking in the alley
They're praising in the TV
They're calling in the Radio
For those who don't know
They promise the heaven
That will come with the Showdown
But my mother used to say:
They will never be in Paradise
No, they will never be
They will never see the Promised Land
No, they will never see
They will never see
No, they won't
Never ever see
I won't be there
On their bloody fair
I won't be their trigger
On the international butcher-fields of war
And all the military-business men will go down
They say there is no heaven above
They think they can take you for their war
Make you feel lowdown
Make you feel lowdown
So lowdown, can't you see
But my mother used to say:
They will never be in Paradise
No, they will never be
They will never see the Promised Land
No, they will never see
They will never see
No, they won't
Never ever see