| Used as a scapegoat and taped to the wall
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| Bruised and abused on some foreign soil
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| Trained to kill baby, that’s what we do
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| And programmed to bleed red, white and blue
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| Come on and grab your guns, let’s ride
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| And may your conscience be your guide
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| I’ll say a prayer for you to make it through to the other side
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| Tonight’s the night, we fight or die
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| Grab your guns son, said we headed for war
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| Like your uncle JT done years before
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| No pussy, no dope, this isn’t Saigon
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| But keep your heads up for roadside bombs
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| Come on and grab your guns, let’s ride
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| And may your conscience be your guide
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| I’ll say a prayer for you to make it through to the other side
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| Tonight’s the night, we fight or die
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| Even in darkness, you’re my strength
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| My soul, my will to survive
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| But in this fight I stand ready to die
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| Come on and grab your guns, let’s ride
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| And may your conscience be your guide
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| I’ll say a prayer for you to make it through to the other side
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| Tonight’s the night, tonight’s the night
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| Come on and grab your guns, let’s ride
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| And may your conscience be your guide
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Come on
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| Oh oh oh oh whoa
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| Oh oh oh oh whoa
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