Tell of the birth
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Tell how war appeared on earth
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Musicians with gongs
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Permeate the autobahns
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Foetus of disgusting breath
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And she split the egg
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Cast a spell and war was born
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Come follow me
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Out of the obscurity
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Pilgrims in songs
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Swamp the empty aerodrome
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Kalashnikovs but no houses
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Women at the double, march
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No food for the spouses
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They wait for the US drop
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Russians sit back and laugh
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While war casts her gory locks
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Over the deserted docks
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She casts her gory locks
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Over the deserted docks
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She cast a spell
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Split an egg and war was born
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And pillage hopes with gusto
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Even though they have no nerve
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And she does just look on
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And war does what she has to
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War does what she has to
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People get what they deserve
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WAR
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| The Fall |
