Tekster: Barbra Streisand. Pins And Needles. Four Little Angels Of Peace.

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Four little angels of peace are we
Loving our neighbors so peacefully
There's really no harm if we do not disarm
For we always in close harmony
Four little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
With fall or with friend
We will fight to the end
Just for peace, peace, peace...
Though we butchered the boss
And I've own made the choice
And slaughter the Irish no end
Though I'm injured and poor
Slaying hoard upon hoard
We're but playing the part of a friend
Yes, our arms we ain't twist
But we'll be elected for peace
Except in the case of the crook
We conquered both spears
Now we're up to our ears
Just trying to keep what we took
Three little angels of peace are we
Living together so blissfully
Oh, we never fight unless
We're on the right
But we're always in the right, you see?
Three little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
Until we are wrecks
We'll break each other's necks
Just for peace, peace, peace...
In Japan we've the right
In a generous night
But the Emperor knows peace is finer
It isn't our fault it's a case of absurd
We're picked down and buried by China
Oh, how we're deplored
I glad did it for the world
We're a nation of poets and thinkers
Also, though we bound without pity
And lay west to his city
It's because all the Chinese are stinkers
Two little angels of peace are we
Living together in amity
We'll sign any pack saying we won't attack
But it's just a mere formality
Two little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
We try to keep calm
When we gas, we bump
Just for peace, peace, peace...
Now I know that our war
Is a thing to have horror
And that peaceful fill out
When we hope we have
With our love from the start
I atrocious did all my part
To civilize nearly the hope we have
Though you call me sadistic
Imperialistic
My armies required a quarry
And though we may slave
What's a splendid day today
After all that we'll say that we're sorry
Though I fall for the urge
Of a nice bloody purge
And living my way I was carrying on
Though I clean up my Schmutz
Would I hear Nazi putz
It is all for the sake of the Aryan
My ambitions are small
I want nothing at all
My plans wouldn't be any littler
Now that Austria's Nazi
It will be hazy-gazy
To put the whole world under Hitler
Four little angels of peace are we
Drinking with older of saintity
Though we slaughter the meek
We confirm every week
And we talk it over peacefully
Four little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
We'll shout and we'll shell
We'll get each other's hell
Just for peace, peace, peace...