| Little boys with the old ones' toy
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| Waging war on the men who claimed they knew the righteous way
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| Taught before by those who claim that they knew
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| Giant games of our tiny lives
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| Roll the dice and watch our heads start a rollin'
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| Down the hill
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| Sit right back and let the games begin
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| And they looked to the sky with a finger on the trigger
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| Let us all sing along
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| Come along sing the song
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| So we can all go to sleep
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| Reassured our lives will linger
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| Let us walk down the street while the rest can’t stop running
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| From home
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| From the soundtrack of a roll
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| Children cranking the wheel of war
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| Dressed as leaders and neatly in disguise as
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| Men of great
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| Slowly turning
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| Soon it rolls free along
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| We’re all like the miners at the nursery
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| Letting the children loudly bang their hammers
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| There’s not enough toys for all to go around
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| Back to the plant and to the manufacture
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| «My wallet is thin!» |
| he said, the Headman
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| Increase production
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| Keep those hammers banging
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| You do that for me
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| It’s a justified right
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| That’s what he said
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| The man of all the men
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| Let’s put on a show for all the people
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| Make them believe we are victorious
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| We fooled them before so why not once more?
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| Put them to sleep the ones with disbelief
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| «You better be quick!,» he said, the Headman
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| The rope on my neck is pulling tighter
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| They’ll dance on our graves if they would find out
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| They left us behind
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| The men of all the men
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| And they looked to the sky with a finger on the trigger
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| Let us all sing along
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| Come along sing the song
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| So we can all go to sleep
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| Rest assured our lives will linger
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| Let us walk down the street while the rest can’t stop running
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| We all still believe as the number’s climbing higher
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| With a rifle in their hand only bullets save the land
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| So let us all sing along
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| Come along sing a song
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| Let us march down the street as our days start getting shorter |