TV by Polemic Lyrics

When I looked through the window
I saw things I couldn’t believe
People running over each other
No one cares about the other
Everyone’s got a machine gun

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I changed my mind I couldn’t watch this
I changed my mind and I changed the channel and I changed the channel on my TV set
Hot sun, a desert caravan, grey camels move across yellow sand with a few ghosts
Bedouins dressed in white, dressed in black, red stains, not happy, they're like very tired
They’re driven out of their home, starving, begging for salvation, looking to the motionless
Heavens, but there’s just a roaring bomber bringing more of the same

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Sólo:

Standing at my window
Looking out at the little kids
Playing with their dogs
Playing with their friends
Together, friendly and happy
Tell me Mr. World is it necessary
To teach our children to teach our children to fight, to hate
To carry a gun and to show them how to kill
I took the remote control
Pushed down, pushed the red trigger
And I turned off the devil, the devil called the TV