| Going down to the battle site where guns and bullets lay
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| To see the screaming wounded men, it’s dying soldiers' day
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| Fight the yellows, fight the reds, shoot all those in sight
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| Fight the wars that were never yours, kill the world tonight
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| Dying day — for without the king, there’ll be
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| Dying day — there’s no use to look to see
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| Another way — talk of peace never ends
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| Dying day — but the blood sheds instead
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| Take your boots and here’s your gun
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| Take your lunch and wage
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| Here’s a piece of ribbon if you’re killed while acting brave
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| Hit the sirens, nuke the town, drink the acid rain
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| Peace will be here late next week, ups on train
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| Dying day — for without the king, there’ll be
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| Dying day — there’s no use to look to see
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| Another way — talk of peace starts the fight
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| Dying day — so the wars go on, that’s right
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| Fill the shelters, clear the grounds, missile’s on its way
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| No more time to change your mind, brother, it’s too late
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| It’s dying day
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| Dying day — the king is the light, your only key
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| Dying day — there’s no other way to see
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| Dying day — without him, you’ve just lost the light
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| Dying day — oh the king, oh the king was right |