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! colspan="2" | MORRISSEY Song | |||
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| Name | |||
| {{{Name |<span class="unknown">Suffer The Little Children</span>}}} | |||
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| Album/Single | |||
| {{{Album |<span class="unknown">[[California Son]]</span>}}}{{ | |||
#if:{{{Track |}}} | |||
| <span class="small"> ({{{Track}}})</span> | |||
}} | |||
|- | |||
| Length | |||
| {{{Length |<span class="unknown">3:32</span>}}} | |||
|- | |||
| Recorded | |||
| {{{Recorded |<span class="unknown">Fall 2018</span>}}} | |||
|- | |||
| Writer | |||
| {{{Writer |<span class="unknown">Buffy Sainte-Marie</span>}}} | |||
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| Producer | |||
| {{{Producer |<span class="unknown">[[Joe Chiccarelli]]</span>}}} | |||
|} | |||
== Video (California Son Interview Series) == | |||
<youtube>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9miPlzWgOZM</youtube> | |||
== Lyrics == | |||
{{lyrics | | |||
School bell go "Ding! Dong! Ding!" | |||
The children all line up | |||
They do what they are told | |||
Take a little drink from the liar's cup | |||
Mama don't really care | |||
If what they learn is true | |||
Or if it's only lies | |||
Just get them through the factories | |||
Into production | |||
Ah, get them into line | |||
Late in the afternoon | |||
The children all come home | |||
They mind their manners well | |||
Their little lives are all laid out | |||
Mama don't seem to care | |||
If she may break their hearts | |||
She clips their wings off, they never learn to fly | |||
Poor Mama needs a source of pride | |||
A doctor son she'll have | |||
No matter what the cost to manhood or to soul | |||
Sun shine down, brightly shine | |||
Down on all the land | |||
Shine down on the newborn lambs | |||
A butcher's knife is in his hand | |||
Mama, she keeps them unprepared | |||
To meet the enemy | |||
That's comin' unto us | |||
Teach them that evil dwells across the sea | |||
Lives in a mountain | |||
Like they see on TV | |||
Down in the heart of town | |||
The Devil dresses up | |||
He keeps his nails clean | |||
Did you think he'd be a boogeyman? | |||
Oh, Mama's stuck with sagging dreams | |||
She'll sell a son or two into some slavery | |||
That's lucrative and fine | |||
Just teach them not to criticize | |||
Say "Yes" to bosses, impress the clients | |||
Ah teachers of the world teach them to fake it well | |||
School bell go "Ding! Dong! Ding!" | |||
The children all line up | |||
They do what they are told | |||
Take a little drink from the liar's cup | |||
}} | |||
{{CommonSongSections | Artist = Morrissey | Song = {{#replace:{{#replace:{{PAGENAME}}| (single)|}}| (song)|}}}} | |||
Revision as of 08:03, 8 March 2020
| MORRISSEY Song | |
|---|---|
| Name | Suffer The Little Children |
| Album/Single | California Son |
| Length | 3:32 |
| Recorded | Fall 2018 |
| Writer | Buffy Sainte-Marie |
| Producer | Joe Chiccarelli |
Video (California Son Interview Series)
Lyrics
School bell go "Ding! Dong! Ding!" The children all line up They do what they are told Take a little drink from the liar's cup
Mama don't really care If what they learn is true Or if it's only lies Just get them through the factories Into production Ah, get them into line
Late in the afternoon The children all come home They mind their manners well Their little lives are all laid out
Mama don't seem to care If she may break their hearts She clips their wings off, they never learn to fly Poor Mama needs a source of pride A doctor son she'll have No matter what the cost to manhood or to soul
Sun shine down, brightly shine Down on all the land Shine down on the newborn lambs A butcher's knife is in his hand
Mama, she keeps them unprepared To meet the enemy That's comin' unto us Teach them that evil dwells across the sea Lives in a mountain Like they see on TV
Down in the heart of town The Devil dresses up He keeps his nails clean Did you think he'd be a boogeyman?
Oh, Mama's stuck with sagging dreams She'll sell a son or two into some slavery That's lucrative and fine Just teach them not to criticize Say "Yes" to bosses, impress the clients Ah teachers of the world teach them to fake it well
School bell go "Ding! Dong! Ding!" The children all line up They do what they are told Take a little drink from the liar's cup
Live History
Play count (Morrissey concert): 0
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