| Came in this morning high on a bird’s wing
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| Wide open minded, but still quite aware
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| Followed the sunrise right through from dawning
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| Picking out landmarks that said I was there
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| Lead to positions by stern faced leaders
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| Who never let one smile depart from their face
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| Then with an arm raised the slaughter is started
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| One or two crack up and start to cry
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| A selfishness breeds in this cesspool of sorrow
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| And every few moments I see a friend die
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| Synchronized watches flash in the sunlight
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| As into the battle we are all led
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| Killer, killer, you keep your thoughts at bay
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| Maiming, destroying every single day
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| Is this the way that you get your fun
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| Slaying, waylaying in the heat of the midday sun
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| Get out, get out, go and do your job
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| Rape and pillage, squander all and rob
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| You make me sick getting paid for murder
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| But you wouldn’t lay a finger on your mother, oh, no
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| You’ll never ever dream to hurt her
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| Hero, hero, you have done so well
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| So sit back and lick your wounds
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| Because you won’t go to hell
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| Take your medal, wear it now with pride
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| Consolation for the pain and sin you feel inside |