05 - War Pigs
Everybody clap your hands!
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds,
Oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that all to the poor,
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgment day comes,
Clap your hands!
Now in darkness,
World stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement,
God is calling
On their knees,
The war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah!
Let me see everybody's hands!
We're gonna do a number now, which I haven't done on stage since 1972.
At the old Fillmore East. Does anybody remember the Fillmore East?
C'mon let me hear it! The Fillmore East man, I used to get sh*t
faced there every night man! And the grouplies huh?
We're gonna do a number now called...