| — The revolution’s like a spark from a flaming torch;
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| Scum in stealth take all their wealth and quickly go abroad.
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| Many rebels lose their blood in this gory purge;
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| Hey, kid, what’s your business here? |
| So you can draw your lot;
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| Now you go, now you go, now you, now you, now you go...
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| Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
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| Filling the strong box of the rich with your bones;
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| Being a new promotion for an army big cheese;
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| Rotting quietly in a ditch with no stone.
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| Or it could be like:
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| Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
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| Being a number in the execution list;
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| Being a stupid fool in your grandsons’ memory;
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| Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.
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| And then all the people you’ve fought for will piss on your grave happily, as they’ll be stunned by TV.
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| — The generation of the dads doesn’t want to die;
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| They eat up their own old men and suffocate their sons;
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| They abuse their little girls and break the family tie,
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| Dreaming to destroy the life and my little ones!
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| Now I go, now I go, now I, now I, now I go...
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| Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
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| Filling the strong box of the rich with my bones;
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| Being a new promotion for an army big cheese;
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| Rotting quietly in a ditch with no stone.
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| Or it could be like:
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| Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
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| Being a number in the execution list;
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| Being a stupid fool in my grandsons’ memory;
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| Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.
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| Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth;
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| Filling the strong box of the rich with my bones;
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| Being a stupid fool in my grandsons’ memory;
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| Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist.
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| Or it could be like… |