| I hear your piteous shrieking
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| In this land of death
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| And boils and bees and RPGs
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| And piles of prisoners masturbated on
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| Now you are on fire
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| You curse the choice you made
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| Your Humvee a pyre, your life to expire
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| Your face and a name and a corpse that’s bathed in flames
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| Come, join the War Party
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| And see exotic lands
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| Your blood has stained the desert sands
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| Raaa…
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| I hear your body burning
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| A piping and piteous sound
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| The crowd tears apart your corpse
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| After the flames have gone down
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| You’re dragged through the streets
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| With a chain around your neck
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| Hung from a bridge on the outskirts of town
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| They never find your head
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| Come, join the War Party
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| And see exotic lands
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| Your blood has stained the desert sands
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| Your blood is running through your hands
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| Still, you expect pity
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| And you shall receive none
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| Why did death come hard for you?
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| You gave it to some
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| You joined the War Party
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| Your purpose was clear
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| You did your job with skill, you raped and you killed
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| Why so surprised that you finally got billed?
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| You put the gun to your shoulder
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| You put lead through a brain
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| You left bodies to molder
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| You spread havoc and pain
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| They will call you a hero
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| I call you an ignorant slave
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| Because before you died, you acted surprised
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| So soon you were shown to your grave
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| Come, join the War Party
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| And see exotic lands
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| Your blood has stained the desert sands
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| Your blood is running through your hands
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| All men die
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| So don’t ask why
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| What the fuck else did you think you were for?
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| You were made to decay
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| It’s better that way
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| This is the price of your war |