A Blues For Buddha
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 Buddah
Buddah
The dollar is our king
A blues for Buddah
Buddah
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 our kids to sing
A blues for Buddah
Buddah
The dollar is our king
A blues for Buddah
Buddah
The dollar is our king
The dollar is our king
The dollar is our king
