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