| Wanna prey on human misery
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| Wanna be like CNN
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| Where westerners fear to tread
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| Is where my journey ends
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| A mercenary and a missionary
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| From the civilized nations
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| Giving food and guns
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| All with the best intentions
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| I wanna go where it’s dangerous to travel
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| I wanna go where I can be free
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| Free from restraints, free from complaints
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| No sinners, no saints, no more fastfood chains
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| They call me a madman
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| But I’m not mad at anyone
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| I’m not mad at anyone
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| Evil is, believe me Rearing its ugly head
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| Feeding on the impatience
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| Of a people that’s underfed
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| Germs from old Germany
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| Are causing disease again
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| Vermin spreading their progeny
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| Resistance to intelligence
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| It’s just like in that song
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| «Those boots are made for walking»
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| If you wait too long
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| It’s over you they will be marching
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| «When they kick at your front door
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| How you gonna come?
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| With your hands on your head
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| Or on the trigger of your gun?»
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| I wanna meet my maker
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| I wanna live in heaven
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| Leave all my sins behind
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| And get a little peace of mind
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| I wanna meet my maker
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| I wanna live in heaven
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| Leave all my worries behind
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| And the degenerate human kind
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| The concept of God makes no sense
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| An out-of-life experience
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| Free at last to do what I please
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| In heaven there are no TVs |