Текст песни Moongarden [Italy] - Gun Child

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Gun Child (Music Roversi/Cremoni; words Tonco) [Moongarden, 1995] Part 1) BANG! You're dead. He's only nine years old little warrior brave and bold Hasn't got much time to play only his murderous game he ain't no bike he ain't no ball he does't care what the world could show what can we do don't know how to stop our children forced to quickly grow up little boy without a toy with a gun to bring you joy' he told me: "there was a man I advised he didn't stop so I shot right between his eyes my first crime, my first crime my first crime my first crime His friend is a ten he's lighting his joint he cleans his weapon, ready to point then came four boys may be their friends each got the "iron" in their hands They're picking up all that they need to know learning how to kill in this show Part 2) The law of the street He's only nine years old crazy city makes' him so cold never mind how worthy life is never thinks from the struggle to cease they puke their rage from their guns spit on their existance on streets they are learning too quickly how fast is living with arrogant rush many analists try to understand what pushes those children to "bang", BANG! Get no answers but only some hues to every psichotic truth Milky-gangs the white turns to red will they one day stop this bloodshed children's pride, boast among friends make a notch deep in their hands He's only nine years old little warrior brave and bold they puke their rage from their guns spit on their existance on street What we can do don't know how to stop our children forced to quickly grow up Part 3) C.R.R.T.t.v. More dead behind them than years who knows how those children feel they've got cute faces and sad eyes sometimes givin' us hidden nice smiles What's the meaning of a crushed life at ten shot by a foe that's even younger How can I explain the roughness of what I see I'm only a reporter stealing clips for T.V. Three of the children we interviewed died in the armored fights near the wrecked cars one of them, the younger, was a star of our report All that remains of their short life is the daring glance in this film "That's all, end of the broadcast from C.R.R.T.t.v." Part 4) End of the Day (acoustic guitar solo) AREN'T YOU HEARD OF C.R.R.T.t.v.??????????

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