| Every day it’s the same old shit
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| Empty glasses and stumbs around
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| Red eyes just turning brown for a while
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| And TV showing the mess again
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| Fire ants coming out from hoards
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| Marching off, flying bloody flags
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| Take your ticket to all that hate
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| And you’ll be ready for the…
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| War against the unknown!
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| You believe in what they say
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| Always ready for
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| War against the wall!
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| Feel the freedom through the stones
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| Why don’t you fight alone?
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| Every night seems a new daylight
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| Screaming turnin into laughing
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| Rainbows coloring sticks and stones
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| Leaves are talking to lions
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| Sitting down with some friendly flies
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| Dogs are tired of being pillows
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| Take your torches and give them light
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| Because you’re ready for the…
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| War against the unknown!
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| You believe in what they say
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| Always ready for
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| War against the wall!
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| Feel the freedom through the stones
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| Why don’t you fight alone?
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| Than you feel alone again, in prison
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| Yellow, green and black are not the colors of your nation
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| Trapped by greyness of your sad existence
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| Fire ants will eat the deserts left behind in your head
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| They will never stop cause they are your freedom |