| They are up on the fences, hanging by scraps
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| In temporary trenches, out laying traps
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| Bags wrapped 'round their faces
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| Baseball bats and home-made tasers
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| They’ve got bars and bricks and fucking bombs
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| And they’re dangerous because they don’t think they’re wrong
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| Are you friend or are you foe
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| Do you meet your end, with a hammer blow
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| Do you believe that every life is worth a shot
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| Or do you load the bullets up to kill the lot
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| It all feels so senseless, scrambling like rats
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| In a pit with no exits where we are the cats
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| Murdered by the nameless
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| Killed in beds where they should be safest
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| They’re all mothers and fathers and children too
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| And you’re scared of them 'cause they don’t look like you
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| Are you friend or are you foe
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| Do you meet your end, with a hammer blow
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| Do you believe that every life is worth a shot
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| Or do you load the bullets up to kill the lot
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| I’ve seen a man on fire burning in the street
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| I’ve seen a woman buried to her neck, stoned for disbelief
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| I’ve seen a man thrown from a tower because he loved another man
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| I’ve seen a child soldier martyred by another child’s hand
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| I’ve seen a stampede massacre on holy ground
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| And I’ve seen whole families being drowned
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| I’ve seen a baby lying face down in the tide
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| And I’ve seen thousands homeless begging for their fucking lives
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| You say they are nothing but a number
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| But when they speak it sounds like thunder
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| And all they want are your homes
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| Your life, your blood, your bones |