[Originally by F.U.]
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Five years ago you were safe with your TV
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Never even though what your future might be
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Now you¡¯re just a packrat picking through the rubble
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Scared of your own shadow trying to hide from the trouble
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Where is that comfort to which you were devoted?
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Weren¡¯t you surprised when your world exploded?
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Your hiding days are over now that we¡¯ve found you
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Resist or surrender doesn¡¯t matter we¡¯ll destroy you
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Warlords join us or we¡¯ll blow you away
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Maybe you got brains maybe you¡¯re ruthless
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Maybe you¡¯re lucky and we might let you join us
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Maybe you just got something that we need
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Your house or your food or your guns or your body
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Don¡¯t ask us for mercy we don¡¯t know what it means
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The closest friend I got is my m-16
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We like to have fun we love to go berserk
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Murder rape and pillage hey it¡¯s all in a days work
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Warlords join us or we¡¯ll blow you away
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A trail of victims a legacy of blood
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We left the competition bleeding in the mud
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We got the numbers we got the guns
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And if you got more than us we know enough to run
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Warlords join us or we¡¯ll blow you away
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Warlords
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| Dropkick Murphys |
