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Every day it's the same old shit, |
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Empty glasses and stumbs around, |
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Red eyes just turning brown for a while |
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And TV showing the mess again |
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Fire ants coming out from hoards, |
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Marching off, flying bloody flags, |
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Take your ticket to all that hate |
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And you'll be ready for the... |
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War against the unknown! |
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You believe in what they say, |
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Always ready for |
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War aginst the wall! |
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Feel the freedom through the stones, |
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Why don't you fight alone? |
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Every night seems a new daylight, |
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Screaming turning into laughing, |
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Rainbows coloring sticks and stones, |
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Leaves are talking lions |
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Sitting down with some friendly flies, |
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Dogs are tired of being pillows, |
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Take your torches and give them light, |
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Because you're ready for the... |
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War against the unknown! |
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You believe in what they say, |
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Always ready for |
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War aginst the wall! |
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Feel the freedom through the stones, |
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Why don't you fight alone? |
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Fire through your eyes becomes water into hours |
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Than you feel alone again, in prison. |
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Yellow, gree and black are not the colors of your nation, |
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Trapped by greyness of your sad existence. |
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Fire ants will eat the deserts left behind in your head, |
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They will never stop cause they are your freedom. |
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War against the unknown! |
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You believe in what they say, |
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Always ready for |
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War aginst the wall! |
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Feel the freedom through the stones, |
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Why don't you fight alone? |