A Blues For Buddha Lyrics - A Blues For Buddha - The Silencers

We're running guns to a holy war 

For soldiers of the soul 

Where right and wrong come apart at the seams 

And fear is on patrol 

In the mad mad world 

Of a lost newsreel 

Little children sing 

A Blues For Buddha, Buddha 

The dollar is our king 

A Blues For Buddha, Buddha 

The dollar is our king 

We're making friends with a foreign power 

Through telescopic sights 

A quiet cocktail during happy hour 

For the exploitation rights 

In the mad mad world 

Of a lost newsreel 

Teach your kids to sing 

A Blues For Buddha, Buddha 

The dollar is our king 

A Blues For Buddha, Buddha 

The dollar is our king 

The dollar is our king 

The dollar is our king