| I walked right out of it, couldn’t give a damn
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| I’d rather go hungry
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| I watched a generation wash it’s hands of war
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| Then sleep in it’s laundry
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| Wonders of the world and there’s eight in all cos
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| It’s a wonder that the wonders have such wonder at all
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| Fat men in business with will to succeed
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| Mouth off their stories of children in need, I call it
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| Murder, When your life is on the line
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| Murder, Why don’t you take this hand of mine
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| Murder, to all the ladies giving birth
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| Murder, it’s the murder of the planet earth
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| Here we go again
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| I walked right out of it, couldn’t give a damn
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| I’d rather sit crying
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| I’ve seen the lords and ladies pulling all the scams
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| They won’t escape dying
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| Wonders of the world and there’s eight in all cos
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| It’s a wonder that the wonders have such wonder at all
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| Fat men in business with will to succeed
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| Mouth off their stories of children in need, I call it
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| New generations will die at their births cos
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| It still isn’t trendy to be a friend of the earth
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| Murder, When your life is on the line
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| Murder, Why don’t you take this hand of mine
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| Murder, to all the ladies giving birth
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| Murder, it’s the murder of the planet earth
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| Here we go again
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| And all teh hills will die, Flattened by the stench of mankind
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| Animals in the parks forced to smile by the sickening syringes
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| Of genocide, bluebirds wrything in agony die struck down by
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| Missiles of the anti kind, as the reaper announces his coming as
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| The new God, we all step aside, MURDER |