| Fighting for what cause? |
| To them it’s unknown
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| The sixties brought peace and love, with homage to Vietnam
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| The seventies was Watergate, three-mile island the tragic fate
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| The eighties we build our A.R.M.S., public scandals in Iran
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| The nineties you can be assured, bombshelters for the weak and strong
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| Another bombing, another hijack
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| We’ll never get our hostages back, brutal murders 'til the end
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| Atomic safety, non-existent, Chernobyl’s burning
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| We won’t miss it… radioactivity in their brains
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| Dumping toxics in the sea, Governmental heigharchy
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| Killing creatures, extinct breed…
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| No emotions we must face, rise of the synthetic race
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| Building empires — demonic power…
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| The social class claims Democratic, slowly fading to phlegmatic
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| Computers rule, now we panic…
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| Prepared for battle, been sold for slaughter
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| Say goodbye to son and daughter, the future; |
| a dying matter…
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| Want to live?
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| The choice not yours
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| You’ve become prisoners of war, Apocalypse is now at hand…
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| Inflicting torture unjust to man, merciless killings
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| Throughout the Land, the holocaust — alive again…
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| A call to arms
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| Won’t happen here
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| With Afghanistan
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| And Libya
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| Nuke 'em all, make 'em glow!
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| The whore of the beast, ten horns from the East
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| Hail from the skies, cracking the Earth
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| The walls of the cities, crumble to dust
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| The nations witness the final blast
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| Prophets of rage, in the last age
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| Maybe we’ll learn from Human remains…
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| (solo: Gonzales)
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| The politicians dug our grave, for mocking war our lives we gave
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| The time has passed to make some peace, the guilty minds now ruled by beasts
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| The world we know, does not exist, no sign of life, the future shock
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| In Armageddon none survive, the human race can’t be revived
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| (solos: Gonzales, Garcia) |