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Şarkı Sözleri 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