| Oh you tell me that there’s danger to this land you call your own
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| And you watch them build the war machines right beside your home
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| And you tell me that you’re ready to go marching to the war
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| Oh I know you’re set for fighting, but what are you fighting for?
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| Before you pack your rifle, go sail across the sea
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| Just think upon the southern part of land that you call free
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| Oh, there’s many kinds of slavery and we’ve found many more
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| Yes I know you’re set for fighting, but what are you fighting for?
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| And before you walk out on your job in answer to the call
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| Just think about the millions who have no job at all
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| And the men who wait for handouts with their eyes upon the floor
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| Oh I know you’re set for fighting, but what are you fighting for?
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| And read your morning papers, read every single line
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| And tell me if you can believe that simple world you find
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| Read every slanted word 'til your eyes are getting sore
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| Yes I know you’re set for fighting, but what are you fighting for?
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| Listen to your leaders, the ones that won the race
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| As they stand right there before you and lie into your face
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| If you ever try to buy them, you know what they stand for
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| I know you’re set for fighting, but what are you fighting for?
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| Put ragged clothes upon your back and sleep upon the ground
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| And tell police about your rights as they drag you down
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| And ask them as they lead you to some deserted door
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| Yes, I know you’re set for fighting, but what are you fighting for?
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| But the hardest thing I’ll ask you, if you will only try
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| Is take your children by their hands and look into their eyes
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| And there you’ll see the answer you should have seen before
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| If you’ll win the wars at home, there’ll be no fighting anymore |