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War Painted Valentine by Diablo Swing Orchestra from the upcoming album «Swagger & Stroll Down the Rabbit Hole» out november 2nd 2021. © ℗2021 Diablo Swing Orchestra & Tanglade Ltd T/A Candlelight Records. Video by: Etienne Visora Pre-order the album here: For more info visit: Written and arranged by Diablo Swing Orchestra 2021. Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Roberto Laghi Recorded at Top Floor Studios, Gothenburg and at Big Ash, Stockholm, Sweden. Lyrics: Cease fire, we spit fire Sit back and watch it backfire Cease fire, we spit fire Sit back and watch it backfire You’re gonna bleed Mother Nature cause we’re never ever gonna sign Superstition is tradition, just leftism on a mission Spin-doctors, false prophets, preaching War prophets All for the war profits More profits, all profits Gonna burn our lungs and leave the ashes behind And we’ve come to the conclusion We’re the tumor, it’s not a tumor We’re the tumor, it’s not a tumor Empower the poverty, newsworthy prophecy No need for truth, keep feeding the hypocrisy We welcome the silence, we’re hushed like a child in your arms So blind to the violence, until it’s prowling all around Mighty, mighty gentlemen but all I can hear is… Pa-kah! Pakah-pakah Pa-kah! Bokata-Bokata Pa-kah! Pakah-pakah Itchty, itchy fingers but all I can hear is… Pa-kah! Pakah-pakah Pa-kah! Bo-ka-ta Pa-kah! Pakah-pakah We don’t wanna tolerate We know how to discriminate I’m Molotov made Take the bait, we’re gonna take the bait With a napalm embrace Take the bait, we’re really gonna take the bait You have 280 characters to tell us how the world will burn Keep speaking of the peace while aiming for the throat I told you that I wouldn’t fit in that boat With thoughts of being royal And one truth to rule them all Let’s hear them chant and call My truth is bigger than your truth My truth is bigger than your truth My truth is better than your truth My truth is better… shhhhhh We welcome the silence, we’re hushed like a child in your arms So blind to the violence, until it’s prowling all around Mighty mighty gentlemen but all I can hear is… Pa-kah! Pakah-pakah Pa-kah! Bokata-Bokata Pa-kah! Pakah-pakah Itchty, itchy fingers but all I can hear is… Pa-kah! Pakah-pakah Pa-kah! Bo-ka-ta Pa-kah! Pakah-pakah We don’t wanna tolerate We know how to discriminate
