| So what the fuck is this UK
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| Gunnin' with this US of A
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| In Iraq and Iran and in Afghanistan
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| Does not a day go by
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| Without the Israeli Air Force
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| Fail to drop it’s bombs from the sky?
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| How many mothers to cry?
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| How many sons have to die?
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| How many missions left to fly over Palestine?
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| ‘Cause as a matter of facts
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| It’s a pact, it’s an act
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| These are illegal attacks
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| So bring the soldiers back
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| These are illegal attacks
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| It’s contracts for contacts
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| I’m singing concrete facts
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| So bring the soldiers back
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| What mean ya that you beat my people
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| What mean ya that you beat my people
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| And grind the faces of the poor
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| So tell me just how come were the Taliban
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| Sat burning incense in Texas
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| Roaming round in a Lexus
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| Sittin' on six billion oil drums
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| Down with the Dow Jones, up on the Nasdaq
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| Pushed into the war zones
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| It’s a commercial crusade
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| ‘Cause all the oil men get paid
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| And only so many soldiers come home
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| It’s a commando crusade
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| A military charade
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| And only so many soldiers come home
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| What mean ya that you beat my people
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| What mean ya that you beat my people
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| And grind the faces of the poor
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| Soldiers, soldiers come home
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| Soldiers come home
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| Through all the blood and sweat
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| Nobody can forget
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| It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight
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| It’s the size of the fight in the dog on the day or the night
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| There’s no time to reflect
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| On the threat, the situation, the bark nor the bite
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| These are commercial crusades
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| ‘Cos all the oil men get paid
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| These are commando crusades
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| Commando tactical rape
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| And from the streets of New York and Baghdad to Tehran and Tel Aviv
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| Bring forth the prophets of the Lord
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| From dirty bastards fillin' pockets
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| With the profits of greed
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| These are commercial crusades
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| Commando tactical raids
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| Playin' military charades to get paid
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| And who got the devils?
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| And who got the Lords?
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| Build yourself a mountain, drink up in the fountain
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| Soldiers come home
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| Soldiers come home
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| Soldiers, soldiers come home
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| Soldiers, soldiers come home
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| What mean ya that you beat my people
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| What mean ya that you beat my people
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| And grind the faces of the poor
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| What mean ya that you beat my people
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| What mean ya that you beat my people
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| And grind the faces of the poor |