| When they come for you, how will you let them take you?
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| Are you gonna let them break you?
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| When they come for you.
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| 'Cause all I was told, and from fear and greed it grew.
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| And you can tell it 'til the whole world believes you,
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| But that don’t make it true.
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| You can sit around and wait for the world to change its ways,
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| You got lucky to live without it.
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| But there will be no place to hide,
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| When you’re on the losing side.
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| When the war comes home, what will you do about it?
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| When you see the tanks come to the towns you live in,
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| And the bullets, they come rippin' through your front door,
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| And you’re face to face with tyrants killing tyrants,
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| And children killing children,
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| Will you know the war?
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| You can sit around and wait for the world to change its ways,
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| You got lucky to live without it.
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| But there will be no place to hide,
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| When you’re on the losing side.
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| When the war comes home, what will you do about it?
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| What will you do?
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| When the dust clears,
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| And the profiteers behind closed curtains,
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| Send their soldiers to collect their fortunes,
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| From the holes in your chest.
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| Will they claim the sky and name it after their kingdoms?
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| The merchants of machine guns.
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| Who will win the West?
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| You can sit around and wait for the world to change its ways,
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| You got lucky to live without it.
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| But you can’t hide from the shooting,
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| When you’re on the side that’s losing.
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| When the war comes home, what will you do about it?
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| What will you do? |