| Reign of blows, reign of blows
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| Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders
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| Far too many men dressed up as soldier
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| The lamb is brought to the ground
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| Under the weight of the crown
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| A crown of thorns and dark deeds
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| The swastika and the hammer and sickle
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| Are symbols that reap only weeds
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| The reign of blows, reign of blows
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| Reign of blows precedes a storm of revolution
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| People have no place in their solution
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| So torture raises its head
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| Decked out in blue, white and red
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| And iron maidens will slam
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| And by the half light of burning republics
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| Joe Stalin looks just like Uncle Sam
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| Reign of blows, reign of blows
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| Reign of blows has washed away the corpse of Abel
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| Cain is now the king in every Babel
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| I just don’t care who you are
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| When Death draws up in his car
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| And talks in terrorist tones
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| Remember violence is only a vote for the
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| Black Queen to take back the throne
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| Reign of blows, reign of blows
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| Reign of blows, reign of blows
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| Reign of blows, reign of blows |