| No time for spindoctor’s medicine
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| Cooked up by the government, selling me some cover-up
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| Sponsored information, crack pipes in the shopping malls
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| Nothing but another drug, a license they can buy and sell
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| I don’t mind dying
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| I don’t mind dying
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| I don’t mind dying
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| When that call it comes, I will be ready for war
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| No time for backhanded compliments
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| From bourgeois apologists desperate for an incident
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| Real-estate assassins, assessing my predicament
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| My dollar bills dependant upon it being in their interest
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| I don’t mind dying
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| I don’t mind dying
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| I don’t mind dying
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| I will be ready for war
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| There is power in the blood, justice in the sword
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| When that call it comes, I will be ready for war
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| Power in the blood, justice in the sword
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| When that call it comes, I will be ready
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| I will raise mah sword up right
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| To the bright and shining light
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| Stained crimson red with the blood of the unredeemed
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| And as I cut them limb from limb, and I dash all their kith and kin
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| You know, their bodies I will bury in the deep
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| Because there’s power in the blood
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| There’s power in the blood |