| The draft is coming
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| It’s blowing down the door
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| So pack your bags, boys and girls
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| We’re all going off to war
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| You can be the next to die for Halliburton
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| Pull the cord, drape the flag and draw the curtain
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| You can pull the trigger for the Exxon Corporation
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| Watch the cities burn around you while you’re standing at your station
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| You can shoot the children as they throw stones at your Humvee
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| And you can die for Kerry or maybe for Dick Cheney
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| When your tours are over and you come back
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| Maybe you can go to college if you survive Iraq
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| With DU dust in your lungs you can learn a trade
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| In your dying years you’ll have it made
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| And when you’re coughing up your last breath beneath the overpass
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| You’ll be praying for the fortunes of the military brass
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| But you can be happy about the cause for which you died
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| At least you fought for freedom unlike the other side
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| They were setting off car bombs while you dropped them from the sky
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| You sold the country off to whatever company would buy
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| Shut their papers down and shot them for their liberty
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| So as you die you know you left the world a bit more free
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| Yes you can die for oil and watch history repeat
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| Fight for empire in the desert and go down in defeat
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| Or maybe it could happen that now in the second round
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| We will take the struggle higher and this time hear the sound
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| Of the chimes of freedom ringing when we take Washington, DC
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| 'Cause opportunity is knocking, oh say, can you see |