Letra de A Blues For Buddha - The Silencers

We`re running guns to a holy war
For soldiers of the soul
Where right and wrong come apart at the seams
And fear is on patrol
In the mad mad world
Of a lost newsreel
Little children sing

A blues for Buddah
Buddah
The dollar is our king
A blues for Buddah
Buddah
The dollar is our king

We`re making friends with a foreign power
Through telescopic sights
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A quiet cocktail during happy hour
For the exploitation rights
In the mad mad world
Of a lost newsreel
Teach our kids to sing

A blues for Buddah
Buddah
The dollar is our king
A blues for Buddah
Buddah
The dollar is our king
The dollar is our king
The dollar is our king