The men in the bird want to play war
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They have zoned us north and south
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By day they roam in hunting packs
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Invincible green giants strong?
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At night we cut them to pieces
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They just run away, screaming
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Wretched death to all invaders
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Primitive instinct supreme
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Their filthy lies mean nothing here
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They are our playthings, on and on
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Suppression and domination
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Oppress for local control
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Conflict of radical arms
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Inner opposing forces
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Combined with a massive assault
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The ultimate alarm
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Execute, no mercy
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They will suffer at land, sea and in the air
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They die
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At home, they pray for it to soon be over
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Hail Tet!
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Them men in the birds fall from the skies
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Disgraced, they leave our ravaged land
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We will make their pain last
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We will never surrender, never retreat
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We dare them to come back
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Wretched death to all invaders
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Primitive instinct supreme
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Their filthy lies mean nothing here
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They are our playthings, on and on
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Suppression and domination
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Oppress for local control
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Conflict of radical arms
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Inner opposing forces
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Combined with a massive assault
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The ultimate alarm
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Execute, no mercy
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Namination
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Axis Of Advance |