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The Munition Maker

アーティスト:Country Joe McDonald 

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I am the Cannon king, behold! I perish on a throne of gold. With forest far and turret high, renowned and rajah-rich am I. My father was and his before, With wealth we owe to war on war; But let no potentate be proud There are no pockets in a shroud. By nature I am mild and kind, To gentleness and truth inclined; And though the pheasants over-run My woods, I will not touch a gun. Yet while each monster that I forge Thunders destruction from its gorge. Death's whisper is, I vow, more loud There are no pockets in a shroud. My time is short, my ships at sea Already seem like ghosts to me My millions mock me, I am poor


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