Musical bullets fired from your gun.
By Fiacre Banks
November 12, 2016 4:30pm CST
The war was won by music in nineteen twenty three, when Sam ran out of bullets and turned on MTV. He swapped his gun for roses, He filled his boots with beer, the rasp of Leonard Cohen was all that we could hear. He practised on his instrument till music filled his head the pauper and the naughty priest pronounced that love was dead. So when you sing a love song or eat an apple pie, tell George to pay the drummer so the piper will not die. The war was won by music we know that much is true, The fighting started long ago In fourteen ninty two.
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