Illegal Attacks Lyrics - The World Is Yours - Ian Brown

So what the fuck is this UK 

Gunnin' with this US of A 

In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan 

Does not a day go by 

Without the Israeli Air Force 

Fail to drop it's bombs from the sky? 

How many mothers to cry? 

How many sons have to die? 

How many missions left to fly over Palestine? 

'Cause as a matter of facts 

It's a pact, it's an act 

These are illegal attacks 

So bring the soldiers back 

These are illegal attacks 

It's contracts for contacts 

I'm singing concrete facts 

So bring the soldiers back 

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What mean ya that you beat my people 

What mean ya that you beat my people 

And grind the faces of the poor 

So tell me just how come were the Taliban 

Sat burning incense in Texas 

Roaming round in a Lexus 

Sittin' on six billion oil drums 

Down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq 

Pushed into the war zones 

It's a commercial crusade 

'Cause all the oil men get paid 

And only so many soldiers come home 

It's a commando crusade 

A military charade 

And only so many soldiers come home 

What mean ya that you beat my people 

What mean ya that you beat my people 

And grind the faces of the poor 

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Soldiers, soldiers come home 

Soldiers come home 

Through all the blood and sweat 

Nobody can forget 

It ain't the size of the dog in the fight 

It's the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night 

There's no time to reflect 

On the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite 

These are commercial crusades 

'Cos all the oil men get paid 

These are commando crusades 

Commando tactical rape 

And from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tehran and Tel Aviv 

Bring forth the prophets of the Lord 

From dirty bastards fillin' pockets 

With the profits of greed 

These are commercial crusades 

Commando tactical raids 

Playin' military charades to get paid 

And who got the devils? 

And who got the Lords? 

Build yourself a mountain - Drink up in the fountain 

Soldiers come home 

Soldiers come home 

Soldiers come home 

Soldiers come home 

What mean ya that you beat my people 

What mean ya that you beat my people 

And grind the faces of the poor 

What mean ya that you beat my people 

What mean ya that you beat my people 

And grind the faces of the poor