Desdemona do not go to sleep
Brown-eyed Tosca don't believe the creep
I see it in his eyes
Chorus:And why don't you ladies
Believe me when I'm screaming
I always believe you
Violetta keep your man locked up
Or like Cio-Cio you will end up
Burned by love or sickness
Chorus: There is a knock at the door, tell me it's not Mimi again
Or is it Gilda's waiting passion to
be stabbed and killed again
Katya Kabanova, why did you marry him?
You knew his mother
was a bitch and would
keep hold of him
Oh Pamina got away
from mama
Before the age
of Rambo Opera
Damned ladies of Orpheus
Your arias cause a stir in my sad
Sad and lonely heartUntil the philosophy,
which holds one race superior
and another inferior,
is finally and permanently
discredited and abandoned,
everywhere is war.
Until there is no longer first class
or second class citizens of any nation.
Until the color of a man’s skin,
is of no more significance then
the color of his eyes,
I’ve got to say "war".
That until the basic human rights,
are equally guaranteed to all,
without regard to race,
I’ll say "war"
Until that day the dream of lasting peace,
world-citizenship and the rule of
international morality will remain
just a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
but never obtained.
And everywhere is war.
Until the ignoble and unhappy regime
which holds all of us through,
child-abuse, yeah, child-abuse yeah,
sub-human bondage has been toppled,
utterly destroyed,
everywhere is war.
war in the east,
war in the west,
war up north,
war down south,
there is war,
and the rumors of war.
Until that day,
there is no continent,
which will know peace.
children, children.
Fight!
We find it necessary.
we know we will win.
we have confidence in the victory
of good over evil
FIGHT THE REAL ENEMY !