| Johnny woke up in the morning and his face was red
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| There’s a dog in the yard
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| And the cat, it’s dead
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| Tell me, what good is a war going to do him?
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| The bullets rip through him
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| And all my life I wonder what a mess we’ve gotten ourselves into
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| And I struggle
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| And I strive
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| To get these knots out of my life
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| And they…
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| They built a plane and it’s as fast as hell
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| It was swell
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| And it could kill a million dead
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| In the desert there’s a baby crying
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| Mother’s gone and his face is red
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| Now tell me, what good is war gonna do him?
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| As the mutts starts to chew him up
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| He’s nothing but a corpse in the sand
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| Now johnny woke up in the morning
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| Now his hands are red
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| Daddy’s in the yard cause now mommy is dead
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| Tell me, what good is a war gonna do him?
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| As the television rips right through him
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| And all my life I wonder what a mess we’ve gotten ourselves into
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| And we struggle
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| And we strive
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| To get these knots out our my lives
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| And all my life I have
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| Been waiting so long for you to be there with me
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| Because I know one day we can be as one |