| Soldier boy, where’s your toy?
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| Make your momma proud
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| And the medals of gold shows you’re no murderer
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| Soldier boy do you feel joy
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| While sniping humans down
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| In the ruins of the Balkans or in Lebanon
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| Wonder what is lost in a mind so cold?
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| Forever to be damned
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| He’s a mercenary man; |
| your life is in his hands
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| Sorrow falls; |
| up from the valley of the death he’ll rise again
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| Mercenary man; |
| the nations will bleed; |
| he will never be free again
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| Baghdad dawn soon it’s gone
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| Holy places burn
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| There are tribes killing tribes in Somalia
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| Infected boil drowned in oil
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| Profit’s in command
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| High score of this game called hysteria
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| Years went by; |
| this soldier returned to Ma' in a body bag
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| The Nazarene could walk on the water
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| For you and me, but why
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| The curtain will fall, humanity
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| Pity the whore, insanity
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| Stabbing your friend, you cheater
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| Failure of death or fraud of life
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| Puppets of rage, no pantomime
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| Walking the stage under the gun
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| Power supreme you are the
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| Master of flies
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| Is there a chance to pay back the fee of life?
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| He is forever damned
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| He will never be free again
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| Never ever be free |