Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:
Track 1
Overdriven Guitar
Percussion
Drums
Текст
Three/Four decades bored Come on, Sharon. Face up. Oh me, oh my, I'm almost speechless with the irony. Whatever happened to the victims of the most monstrous crime in history? From justifiably angry camp survivers, Steeped in zionism, To bookshelf copies of mein kampf With neatly crossed out anti-semitism. You're not learning the lessons taught. Your cycle of history is pathetically short. Youn were there, yuo saw and heard, And thus destroyed the lessons of Nuremberg. So Think before you open your mouth Chorus: And don't tell me this didn't happen, Don't tell me this didn't happen, Don't tell me this didn't happen, These sights and sounds engraved on hearts. Yeah, Come on Sharon. Come on, Sharon. You'd Kiss that shining lipstadt, Fresh from judicial victory, But I class her academia with Irving, Her enemy. And I won't have that accusing finger, Turned around and pointed at me, You compound your racism by painting criticism With the broad brush charge of bigotry So think before you open your mouth Chorus. We can't doubt the voices Of the million dead. We can't doubt the indigtment Of these honest men. We saw your bloody thumbprints On the gun-stocks in Beruit Come, Sharon. We heard your hateful footsteps at the temple of the mount So come on, sharon. Come on. It's too easy to let hate breed hate, It's too easy to let hate breed hate, We can't let hate breed hate, Hate must never breed hate. Cus that's no excuse is it. Hate must not breed hate, It's too easy to let hate breed hate, We can't let hate breed hate, It's too easy to let hate breed hate. That'll never be a decent excuse, That'll never be a decent excuse.