There's an urban myth with some people that everyone wrote a 9-11 song, well i'm afraid i did, this is it...
Well Bobby’s got a job now
Bobby’s getting paid,
Better play it cool Bobby
People gonna pay
To pull you up
Straighten you out
You’re gonna be a man Bobby
Watchya gonna say?
This is called a Gun Bobby
Always love your gun Bobby
Gonna got to War
Gonna be a real man bobby
Watch your back
They always come in twos
Shoot him where he stands Bobby
Or you’re gonna loose
Whatchya doin’ now Bobby
Everybody’s gone
What it comes down to
I guess you’re just too Young
You’re just too young
Hey friends this is the end
And if you’re lucky then maybe you will see it again
Yeah you will see it again
And then if you’re lucky
Then they, they’ll go to war for you
And you can live in happier days
Where all the people are gone.
And we say “I don’t want to Know”
Yeah I’ll say it again
All I wanted to say
Is I think that it’s all gone so wrong
But what if things aren’t different when they’re gone
Well then if it happens again
Might you believe it that
You and I well we’re not the same
Somebody Tell CNN…
How can this be happening to me
When we’re so civilised
Just wait until they say war is peace
Yes this will happen again
Say “I Don’t want to know”
Oh I’ll say it again
That all I wanted to say
Is it think that it has all gone so wrong
But what if things aren’t different when you’re gone…
It’s all dressing down and taking it off
To be a nobody for free
Would believe you’d be relieved to dress it down,
And take it off, and have some no-one kicks with me.
And after all you know, they said its all
For you and me,
And it all, adds up to 20
20 adds up to 20
20 adds up to 20
20 adds up to 20
And I see everything
Ever so very clearly…
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