World Peace Is None of Your Business

World peace is none of your business You must not tamper with arrangements Work hard and sweetly pay your taxes Never asking what for Oh oh, you poor little fool Oh oh, you fool World peace is none of your business Police will stun you with their stu

When he first cried His mother died I had tried to be his guide When he was born I was too young The father searches for the son In Istanbul Give him back to me Oh, Istanbul Give me back my brown-eyed son Moonlight jumping through the trees Sunken ey

Bastille mausoleum Stockyard, churchyard Your mammy's backyard I don't care when or where I just care that you're there And that you will... Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot Kiss me all over my face Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot Kiss me all over the place

Use a weapon of words Or a fight with your fists But can you forgive someone? Stand your ground and persist And be the last one to blink But can you forgive someone? And if you do I'll run to you Betray you with a word I would slit my own throat firs