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Julian Lennon

Genres: Rock

Keep The People Working Lyrics - Julian Lennon

When they sell the final weapon 

We can all watch it blow, keep the people working, working 

Keep the people working, working, keep the people working 

Working, gotta keep the people working 

 

In the bed of iron they cast the final weapon 

Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working 

 

From the mines of Anatolia to the isle of Mandalay 

Along the coast of sullen Africa, they're queuing up to pay 

No cause, I don't discriminate, I sell to those who buy 

There never was an innocent who didn't want to die 

 

And with demand upon the increase what could keep the cost down 

If I keep the people fighting, I can really go to town 

No surprise, the cash you borrow, we can close the deal tomorrow 

Just Swiss francs or dollars won't cause me any borrow, boy 

 

In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon 

Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working 

In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon 

Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working 

 

Everybody itching for someone to serve the task 

I'll arm the politician for the coup, the crew, the cast 

I have a score of different faces, I can look like a lord 

Seen in high places, flying on the Concorde 

 

Well, you can marvel at precision, you can dial a telephone 

Call up color vision from the safety of your home 

You can mount the great offensive from a button by the chair 

If you arm the right system, you can ionize the air 

 

In a bed of iron, they cast the final weapon 

Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working 

In a bed or iron they cast the final weapon 

Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working 

 

Like the wind across the frontier or the breaking light of day 

I push across the mountains, all around the Bay of Biscay 

Freeze in North America, boil in Pakistan 

All along the Amazon, from the fire to the frying pan 

 

Whether air, sea or battle ground, desert sand or snow 

When they sell the final weapon we can all watch it blow 

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