stimulation slowing down
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the corporations underground
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own the bloody world but they want more
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the televsion picture man smiles and say "I have a plan come on everyone
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let's start a war!"
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this idea is nothing new
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it really just is something to amuse
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I hope that you don't mind to die
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simply just to passify my views
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imagine all the people dead
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all the missiles streaming overhead
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people running screaming through the fire
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all the soldiers lying down
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muddy faces to the ground
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bleeding from the twisted razor wire
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school boys fighting through the trees
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while the women run the factories
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a machine gun is a fair trade for a dream
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they taught us well to stand in line
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they don't let no one fall behind
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to fall into the turning war machine
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this idea is nothing new
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it really just is something to amuse
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it's always been a rich man's game
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it's no suprise, they'll ask the same of you
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well the rich exchange a pat on the back
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while the high school kids are sent to attack
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and they know damn well they'll never come back again
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well the rich exchange a pat on the back
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while the high school kids are sent to attack
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and they know damn well they'll never come back again
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mountains made of human skulls
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the bodies buried in their holes
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the product of a genocidal mind
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blackened sky with burning red
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all the kids have guns held to their heads
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the prisoners of war are left behind
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this idea is nothing new
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it's really just been something to amuse
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I hope that you don't mind to die
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or simply just to lose an eye or two
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well the rich exchange a pat on the back
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while the high school kids are sent to attack
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and they know damn well they'll never come back again
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and if you do well don't be surprised
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when you find out they've been telling you lies
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and the freedom that you fought for
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cost you your mind or more, they don't care
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the blood revelations turn
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the dying watch their cities burn
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the government can murder who they choose
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the democrats are acting sad
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republicans are truly glad
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to set their mercenaries on the loose
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this idea is nothing new
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it's really just been something to amuse
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there's really nothing you can do
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to keep them digging all their gold from you
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well the rich exchange a pat on the back
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while the high school kids are sent to attack
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and they know damn well they'll never come back again
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and if you do well don't be surprised
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when you find out they've been telling you lies
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and the freedom that you fought for
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cost you your mind
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you never get back the life that they robbed
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while you're out on the streets, they are high on the hog
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you're a psycho veteran you can't get a job no more
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now the paper sack that carried your wine
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is a makeshift homeless veteran sign
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you're a freakshow on display and you're out of your mind
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stimulation slowing down
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the corporations underground
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own the bloody world but they want more
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the televsion picture man smiles and say "I have a plan come on everyone
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let's start a war!"
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it was entirely too silly, and so I shall stop it
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I only hope that we can put this all behind us now, and just get on with
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the rest of the album
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. . . in fact, maybe it's just bestif you never play that song anyway . .
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Let's Start A War
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Buddy Lackey |