| In your wildest dreams he stands before you
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| The upright figure of a national glory
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| The man in the circle came closer towards me
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| Pulled on his belt and tightened his grip
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| Don’t be afraid this is a family show
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| I ran through the streets like a power-mad mullah
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| Guns for hire, set your turbans on fire
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| Sad is the land in need of heroes
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| Sad is the land in need of heroes
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| It’s so sad when they say how they wish and they will you
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| Warcry
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| Warcry
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| Warcry
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| In my wildest dreams I see a new world coming quickly
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| And I cried out for mercy while you died of blisters
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| Living in the gutter crying for your mother
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| The pope is explosive
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| And witness to fifty years of heavenly seduction
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| Sad is the land in need of heroes
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| Sad is the land in need of heroes
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| It’s so sad when they say how they wish and they will you
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| Warcry
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| Warcry
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| Warcry
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| Scream the bleating voice of patriotic babble
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| Warcry
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| Warcry
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| But you’re always crashing with your tongue and eyes
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| And you haven’t enjoyed the news like this
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| Since 1945
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| Sad is the land in need of heroes
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| Sad is the land in need of heroes
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| It’s so sad when they say how they wish and they will you
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| Warcry
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| Warcry
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| Warcry
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| Warcry |