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UB40 >> Merchandise Links
UB40 He wields his flute with an expert hand And then, all too soon The dancing stops and the children stand The piper calls the tune. He holds their future in his palm An old and powerful man With missiles poised and bombs at hand They wait for his command. With songs of fear and bigotry A cruel, hypnotic sound He plays his last tune greedily And strikes the children down. |
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