Say cheeeeeese-bye!
WASHINGTON - United States: U.S. President George W. Bush pauses as he answers a question about the mid-term election results during a news conference in the East Room of the White House November 8, 2006 in Washington, DC. Bush announced the resignation of U.S. Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld during his remarks.
Washington, UNITED STATES: US President George W. Bush listens to a reporter's question during a press conference inside the East Room of the White House 08 November 2006. US voters overwelmingly voted for the Democrats effectively changing the control of the US House of Representatives and potentially the US Senate which is still being counted.
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Rumes Felled!
Bah...the others will follow sooner or later.
All gone when they drop the bomb.
Can the politicians reassure?
'Cos here I am presuming that
Nobody wants a war
There's so many people praying
Just to find out if they're staying.
But lately stately governments
And disillusioned leaders,
So full of empty promises
But rarely do they feed us.
Put our backs against the wall,
Or don't we count at all?
grande jay kay...too young to die.
Masters of War - Bob Dylan
Sei que é extensa, mas é brutal!
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Bem...até que enfim porque já não se aguentava o homem lá tanto tempo!
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