No More War Ringtones

No more war please No more destruction of innocent life No more living in fear No more on our bended knees To live is our right No more war please No more war It's got to stop Ooh, we've got to make it stop No more money for bombs When the poor people hungry on the street No more sending young men to fight As they die for false glory and false pride No more war please No more war please Who wants to die? No, ooh-ooh No, ooh-ooh No more war No, no, no more war No, no, no more war No more No more war Who wants to die? Who wants to die?

Somebody stop her, the lifter, the runner The girl with the gold in her mouth They caught her at london, waterloo station Strung up on a ferris wheel She used to lose pageants, pick of the litter The newspapers screamed from their racks Pictures at seven, nineteen-eighty-something The waltz on her father's shoes No more losing the war, karen No more losing the war, karen But i really knew her in an after-pub closing way Falling down, crawling drunk Laughing like children with sugared-up gullets I rue this day No more losing the war, karen. No more losing the war. Got me all frustrated In an old-fashioned way. Easy does it, rider I've had a long, long day No more losing the war, karen No more losing the war, karen

Blood stains the ivories Of my daddy's baby grand I ain't' seen no daylight Since we started this band No More, No More No More, No More Store bought clothes Falling apart at the seams Tea leaf reading gypsies Fortune telling my dreams [No More, No More No More, No More Holiday Inns, lock the door with a chain You love it and you hate it But to me they're all the same No More, No More No More, No More Baby I'm a dreamer Found my horse and carriage Stalemate jailbait Ladies can't refuse You love them then you leave them With your sold out reviews No More, No More No More, No More Sweet talking barroom, ladies' disease Slipping with her lips Sliding down your knees No More, No More No More, No More Baby I'm a screamer Bound to a wife in marriage Baby, I'm a dreamer Found my horse and carriage Ladies hold the aces And their lovers call it passion The men call it pleasure But to me it's old fashioned Times they're a changing Nothing ever stands still If I don't stop changing I'll be writing out my will It's the same old story Never get a second chance For a dance to the top of the hill Baby I'm a dreamer Found my horse and carriage