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Okay, another of those rare lyrics posts for me. Read a more personal post below this, but do read the lyrics, too.
"Keep The People Working"
by Julian Lennon (1991)
When they sell the final weapon, we can all watch it blow
Keep the people working, working
Keep the people working, working
Keep the people working, working
Gotta keep the people working
In the bed of iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
From the mines of anatolia to the isle of mandalay
Along the coast of sullen africa, they’re queuing up to pay
No cause, I don’t discriminate, I sell to those who buy
There never was an innocent who didn’t want to die
And with demand upon the increase what could keep the cost down
If I keep the people fighting, I can really go to town
No surprise, the cash you borrow, we can close the deal tomorrow
Just swiss francs or dollars won’t cause me any borrow, boy
In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
Everybody itching for someone to serve the task
I’ll arm the politician for the coup, the crew, the cast,
I have a score of different faces, I can look like a lord
Seen in high places, flying on the concorde
Well you can marvel at precision, you can dial a telephone
Call up color vision from the safety of your home
You can mount the great offensive from a button by the chair
If you arm the right system, you can ionize the air
In a bed of iron, they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
In a bed or iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
Like the wind across the frontier or the breaking light of day
I push across the mountains, all around the bay of biscay
Freeze in north america, boil in pakistan
All along the amazon, from the fire to the frying pan
Whether air, sea or battle ground, desert sand or snow
When they sell the final weapon we can all watch it blow
"Keep The People Working"
by Julian Lennon (1991)
When they sell the final weapon, we can all watch it blow
Keep the people working, working
Keep the people working, working
Keep the people working, working
Gotta keep the people working
In the bed of iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
From the mines of anatolia to the isle of mandalay
Along the coast of sullen africa, they’re queuing up to pay
No cause, I don’t discriminate, I sell to those who buy
There never was an innocent who didn’t want to die
And with demand upon the increase what could keep the cost down
If I keep the people fighting, I can really go to town
No surprise, the cash you borrow, we can close the deal tomorrow
Just swiss francs or dollars won’t cause me any borrow, boy
In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
Everybody itching for someone to serve the task
I’ll arm the politician for the coup, the crew, the cast,
I have a score of different faces, I can look like a lord
Seen in high places, flying on the concorde
Well you can marvel at precision, you can dial a telephone
Call up color vision from the safety of your home
You can mount the great offensive from a button by the chair
If you arm the right system, you can ionize the air
In a bed of iron, they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
In a bed or iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
Like the wind across the frontier or the breaking light of day
I push across the mountains, all around the bay of biscay
Freeze in north america, boil in pakistan
All along the amazon, from the fire to the frying pan
Whether air, sea or battle ground, desert sand or snow
When they sell the final weapon we can all watch it blow
