you're savages, he knows you are..
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do you not think that god is looking down?
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on you savages.. the children run, to mothers
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you put bullets in their backs
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ah cowards, can you not see
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do you not think that love is coming down?
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you have no gods, they have all disowned you,
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you have no love, so you take it out on,
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people's lives in progress,
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that's what keeps you going when you're savages
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savages, you can dress it up,
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give it a name and a fancy uniform
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and a flag to fly to hide behind,
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can you not see the truth that's on the ground
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you have no love,
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it has all gone cold on you,
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you never have, so you take it out on
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those whose love is growing,
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that's what you hate most, when you're savages
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do you not see the love is coming down?
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Savages
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| Paul Weller |
