| It overwhelms all opposition
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| It needs to grow or else it dies
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| What else is war but competition
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| A profit-building exercise?
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| War isn’t nice, you hope to shirk it
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| You hope you’ll find someplace to hide
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| But if you’ve courage You can work it
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| And set a tidy sum aside
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| The refugees? |
| Oh sure, I’ve seen ‘em
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| The thousands fleeing from the war
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| They’ve not a scrap of bread between ‘em
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| I wonder what they’re running for
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| Now spring has come and Winter’s dead
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| The snow has gone so draw a breath
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| Let Christian souls crawl out of their beds
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| Pull on their socks and conquer death
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| Sometimes there’s luck, and always worry
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| The war goes on, and perseveres
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| For war is never in a hurry
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| And it can last a thousand years
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| The day of wrath will come like thunder
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| But who has time to make amends?
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| You march in line but never wonder
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| How it began and where it ends
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| Now spring has come and Winter’s dead
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| The snow has gone so draw a breath
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| Let Christian souls crawl out of their beds
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| Pull on their socks and conquer death
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| The world will end and time will cease
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| And while we live we buy and sell
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| And in our graves we shall find peace
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| Unless the war goes on in Hell |