| Great God! |
| What do you see
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| It’s falling to the ground
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| The very fabric of our lives
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| Is turning upside down
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| We learn to kill before we read
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| To turn the bastard round
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| We got the means to foil the world
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| Does that mean we got to do it now?
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| Hey Mr. President I really do hope
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| That you don’t watch your T. V
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| And keep your fingers
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| Away from those buttons
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| For me and my family and my friends afar
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| And the ones we haven’t met
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| We are aware of your sophisticated toys
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| And the violence they beget
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| We don’t approve of the way things are
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| Much less the present set
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| Things gotta change in the next ten years
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| 'Cause we don’t intend to buy the farm yet
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| Mr. Prime Minister won’t you administer
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| Decrees to decrease the war
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| It really ain’t funny when you’re
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| Makin' that money from
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| Gore and blood and spillin' his guts
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| And he really doesn’t understand why
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| We been fillin' his head with
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| Vicarious dreams, 'bout the paradise
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| In the sky, and if you don’t kill him
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| We’ll kill you is our insidious reply
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| 'Cause it’s gone full circle |
| And returned again
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| And nobody really knows why
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| Hey Mr. Premier won’t you take another year
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| To let your people be
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| Elevating, tolerating
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| All that they could be creating |