| I’d rather die than to live in this fucked world
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| Mr. President I’m not here to do your dirty work
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| Alone, I think I’m fighting a losing battle
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| Worth dying not for oil
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| No war
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| No war
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| No war
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| No war
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| Amerika, Amerika
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| Amerika, Amerika
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| Amerika, Amerika
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| Amerika, the brutal
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| Listen it’s a fucking joke and they make you believe it
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| On the TV, that’s how they deceive you
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| I watch and I listen and I question their reasons
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| You know what, I don’t fuckin believe 'em
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| No war
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| No war
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| No war
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| No war
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| Amerika, Amerika
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| Amerika, Amerika
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| Amerika, Amerika
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| Amerika, the brutal
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| When I want to know the future I look into the past
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| I think of my best friend and his stories of Vietnam
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| And now I got a cousin fighting in Iraq, and I want her coming back
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| I’m not afraid to speak my own mind
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| I don’t use the first amendment to hide behind
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| I’m guaranteed that freedom, I’m born with that right
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| And for that I’m ready to fight
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| I’d rather die than to live in this fucked world
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| Fake president, I’m not here to do your dirty work
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| Alone I think I’m fighting losing battle, worth dying?
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| Not for oil
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| No war
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| No war
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| No war
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| No war
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| Amerika, Amerika
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| Amerika, Amerika
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| Amerika, Amerika
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| Amerika, Amerika the brutal |