Lirik Lagu Mother Superior - Good Riddance
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How ready are youTo die for an idealWhat's the connectionBetween a lie and what is realMother Superior
I've got an angel on my backI'm one of the righteousAnd I'm never going backNo, no, noI'm never going back
Who's that shining forth-right manAbout to die behind meHe's waiting for the portress to send me head over heelsWho's that black-heart four-star General walking up the hillTo ask the liberals nicelyTo help finance his private war
And if I didn't trust that manWhen he puts the rifle in your handSings you songs of pageantry and graceAnd how much you want to bet on the other sideThere's a man with twice your prideAnd they put you feet first in an unmarked grave
There was a time in our historyWhen we justified by sayingOur destinies manifestNow imperialism is the mantra of the west
See that trigger happyCollege boys, love a chanceTo try out their new toysThen they wash the city streetsClean, with the blood of infidels
And if I didn't trust that manWhen he puts the rifle in your handSings you songs of pageantry and graceAnd how much you want to bet on the other sideThere's a man with twice your prideAnd they put you feet first in an unmarked grave
As the fabric of democracyLeft tattered in the dustWe could put another greedy man into theDictatorialPuppet-show, now tell meWho do you trustWho do you trust
And an abominable hemisphereWould perpetuate a heart-whole atmosphereCall it a threatTo national securityCall it just a poor-sick faceOne more place to export cheap labor
Hail the monarchyHail the oligarchyA potential for anarchyAnd we pat ourselves firmly on the back
I've got an angel on my backI'm one of the righteousAnd I'm never going backNo, no, noI'm never going back
Who's that shining forth-right manAbout to die behind meHe's waiting for the portress to send me head over heelsWho's that black-heart four-star General walking up the hillTo ask the liberals nicelyTo help finance his private war
And if I didn't trust that manWhen he puts the rifle in your handSings you songs of pageantry and graceAnd how much you want to bet on the other sideThere's a man with twice your prideAnd they put you feet first in an unmarked grave
There was a time in our historyWhen we justified by sayingOur destinies manifestNow imperialism is the mantra of the west
See that trigger happyCollege boys, love a chanceTo try out their new toysThen they wash the city streetsClean, with the blood of infidels
And if I didn't trust that manWhen he puts the rifle in your handSings you songs of pageantry and graceAnd how much you want to bet on the other sideThere's a man with twice your prideAnd they put you feet first in an unmarked grave
As the fabric of democracyLeft tattered in the dustWe could put another greedy man into theDictatorialPuppet-show, now tell meWho do you trustWho do you trust
And an abominable hemisphereWould perpetuate a heart-whole atmosphereCall it a threatTo national securityCall it just a poor-sick faceOne more place to export cheap labor
Hail the monarchyHail the oligarchyA potential for anarchyAnd we pat ourselves firmly on the back
