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Faithless - Mass Destruction (Official Video) Listen on Spotify: Listen on Apple Music: Amazon: Follow Faithless Website: Facebook: Twitter: Instagram: Lyrics Whether long-range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether soaraway Sun or BBC 1 Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalization Fear is a weapon of mass destruction My dad came into my room holding his hat I knew he was leaving He sat on my bed told me some facts Son, I have a duty, calling on me You and your sister be brave my little soldier And don't forget all I told ya You're the mister of the house now remember this And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss Then I had to say goodbye In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid Even though I'm only a kid Certain things can't be hid Momma grabbed me Held me like I was made of gold But left her inner stories untold I said, momma it will be alright When daddy comes home, tonight Whether long-range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether soaraway Sun or BBC 1 Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalization Fear is a weapon of mass destruction Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction (x3) The skin under my chin is exploding again I'm getting stress from some other children I'm holding it in We taking sides like a politician And if I get friction we get to fighting I'll defend my dad he's the best of all men And whatever he's doing he's doing the right thing It's frightening, but it makes me mad Why do all of these people seem to hate my dad? And if that ain't enough now I get these spots I go to sleep every night with my stomach in knots And what's more, I can hear momma next door Explore the radio for reports of war And all we ever seem to do is hide the tears Seems like daddy been gone for years But he was right, now I'm geared up for the fight And he would be proud of me If my daddy came home tonight
