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• Artiste: Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes
• Titre: Thunder
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They are up on the fences, hanging by scraps In temporary trenches, out laying traps Bags wrapped 'round their faces Baseball bats and homemade taser They've got bars and bricks and fucking bombs And their dangerous because they don't think they're wrong Are you friend or are you foe Do you meet your end, with a hammer blow Do you believe that every life is worth a shot Or do you load the bullets up to kill the lot It all feels so senseless, scrambling like rats In a pit with no exits where we are the cats Murdered by the nameless Killed in beds where they should be safest They're all mothers and fathers and children too And you're scared of them 'cause they don't look like you Are you friend or are you foe Do you meet your end, with a hammer blow Do you believe that every life is worth a shot Or do you load the bullets up to kill the lot I've seen a man on fire burning in the street I've seen a woman buried to her neck, stoned for disbelief I've seen a man thrown from a tower because he loved another man I've seen a child soldier martyred by another child's hand I've seen a stampede massacre on holy ground And I've seen whole families being drowned I've seen a baby lying face down in the tide And I've seen thousands homeless begging for their fucking lives You say they are nothing but a number But when they speak it sounds like thunder And all they want are your homes Your life, your blood, your bones