The Selecter - Peace Crisis Songtexte

Peace crisis
Peace crisis
Peace crisis
Peace crisis

Fortune favours those with most to lose
Poverty favours those who got no shoes
Everyone's mouth is full of sadness
Everyone's eyes are dripping sadness

Peace crisis
Peace crisis
Peace crisis
Peace crisis

Moral high ground will make you slip
Everybody want to militarise it
Everybody thinks they are the wisest
Think their army's the finest

Peace crisis
Peace crisis
Peace crisis
Peace crisis
What you gonna do about it