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Everybody doing it |
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Doing it real good |
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Everybody knowing it |
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Like they know they should |
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Shiny sabres rattling |
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Long into the night |
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And everybody saying it |
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Saying what they like |
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There are words there to inspire you |
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There are words there to be heard |
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Maybe none of them will fire you |
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But none the less they will make you listen by force. |
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Everybody shouting it |
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From every place on high |
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Everybody loving it |
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Loving what they find |
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There's blood upon each handshake |
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Lies upon each word |
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And everybody killing it |
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Killing off what's good |
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There are holes in the divisions |
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Between the haves and who have nots |
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There's a bomb for every city |
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Now they don't know where to stop |
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And they say there's no provisions |
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There's not enough to go round |
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But when it comes to the gun there's a bullet for everyone |
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When it comes to the gun there's a bullet for everyone |
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Everybody wanting it |
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Wanting it to stop |
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The chaos and destruction |
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The bloodshed on the rocks |
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The pain and deprivation |
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The losses and the grief |
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The tired, worn out promises |
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Of the politicians' brief |
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There are holes in the divisions |
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Between the haves and who have nots |
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There's a bomb for every city |
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Now they don't know how to stop |
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And they say there's no provisions |
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There's not enough to go round |
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But when it comes to the gun there's a bullet for everyone |
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When it comes to the gun there's a bullet for everyone |
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When it comes to the gun there's a bullet for everyone |