| Well, no cannon ball did fly, no rifles cut us down
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| No bombs fell from the sky, no blood soaked the ground
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| No powder flash blinded the eye
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| No deathly thunder sounded
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| But just as sure as the hand of God
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| They brought death to my hometown
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| They brought death to my hometown
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| Now, no shells ripped the evening sky
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| No cities burning down
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| No army stormed the shores for which we’d die
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| No dictators were crowned
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| I awoke on a quiet night, I never heard a sound
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| The marauders raided in the dark
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| They brought death to my hometown
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| They brought death to my hometown
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| They destroyed our families, factories
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| And they took our homes
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| They left our bodies on the plains
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| The vultures picked our bones
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| So, listen up my sonny boy, be ready when they come
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| For they’ll be returning sure as the rising sun
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| Now get yourself a song to sing
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| And sing it 'til you’re done
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| Sing it hard and sing it well
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| Send the robber barons straight to hell
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| The greedy thieves who came around
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| And ate the flesh of everything they found
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| Whose crimes have gone unpunished now
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| Who walk the streets as free men now
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| They brought death to our hometown, boys
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| Death to our hometown
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| Death to our hometown, boys
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| Death to our hometown |