| Let’s be war buddies
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| Waist deep in big muddies, side by side
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| I’d be the atheist in your foxhole any time
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| Let’s be friendly fire
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| Body counts mounting on a bed of barbed wire, coldly stacked
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| As soon as the morning light has broken, then we attack
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| If nobody tries too hard to kill you, I got your back
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| Across the desert, back to brave the burning sand
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| Back to question every effort, back to challenge your command
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| If you’ve got guns, well now’s the time for sticking
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| Resistance is already forming: The second shot won’t be a warning
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| Let’s be collateral damage
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| Looking down your nose like it’s the best you can manage
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| Just to stand indignity after indignation
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| The threat of a hostile occupation
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| The better to form a sovereign nation
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| Here’s the plan:
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| Let every man who disagrees be roughly brought down to his knees,
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| Be starved to death, made to freeze, and sentenced to the gulag,
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| If you’ve got guns, well now’s the time for sticking
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| Resistance is already forming: The second shot won’t be a warning
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| When the tanks roll into Warsaw, will I find you at the front,
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| Singing into a tape recorder, shouldering the brunt of the attack?
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| Has it come to that?
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| Has it come to that?
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| Has it come to that?
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| Has it come to that? |