| Down where the dullers roll,
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| How do you keep a match lit in this hole?
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| Up where the idiots lead,
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| Scattering seeds
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| Where we all had to stand for the pledge.
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| When bones were thrown, we all fetched
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| But still we were burning inside.
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| How did I get out alive?
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| And we read: here we are free
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| Sang «This land was made for you and me»
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| Watched as the president swore
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| Called for war (WAR!)
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| We all died, yellow ribbons around necks.
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| And we all had to stand for the pledge
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| So smothered by national pride.
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| How did I get out alive?
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| Back where the idiots rolled
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| I was a time bomb brought into school
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| It was there we learned up from down.
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| Upside down
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| It was there that we stood for the pledge.
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| Where the living was raised by the dead
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| Let the slaughter kept inside the lines
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| So how did I get out?
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| By some rebel angel?
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| Was I blessed?
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| Or by some devils, maybe in lead
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| One by one we all choked on the lies
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| How did I get out alive?
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| Hang down to save you
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| If you struggle and fight,
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| You just may get out too.
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| If you struggle and fight you just may get out too |