Six million next of kin
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Ghost pale bone thin
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Six million yellow stars
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Holiday in cattle cars
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Tattoo blue no more name
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A different number but the same old pain
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Now it's rolled it's way through Vukovar
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To Banja Luka for Greater Serbia
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Wave the flag political minority
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Killing fields or death camps
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Which will you leave?
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Washed away by the darkest tide
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Ethnic cleansing, it's genocide
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History lessons we don't see
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Just how blind can we be?
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It hasn't stopped
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It just goes on endlessly
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Xenophobic coward's hate
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And a quest for selfish gain
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Keep marching on with the same old pain
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Ten thousand years we've tripped along
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No group can keep it's nose clean long
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My tribe, my church, my prophecy,
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My bloodthirsty racist policy
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Name them, frame them, blame and claim them
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Then round 'em up so we can maim them
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Washed away by the darkest tide
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Ethnic cleansing, it's genocide
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No tyrant performs atrocities alone
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Who are the creatures that fill the ranks?
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And gnaw the bones?
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Inhuman animals or twisted evil freaks?
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Or does this sickness run deeper than we think?
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The heart is shadowed
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And no man sees his well
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To every soul a fascist undertow
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On a cross hangs another Jew
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Only His love can see us thru
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Six million yellow stars
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Black american. Prison bars
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Trail of tears. Lynching trees
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Manifest Destiny
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Brown menace from the south
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Khmer Rouge. Odd man out
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Green mists dance and climb
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Zyklon B the end of the line
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Furnace hums a lullaby
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Six million God knows why
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Same Old Pain
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| Crashdog |
