Just the other day
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I heard the newsman say
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Enemy missiles fired
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And coming out our way
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Will we all be told
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Just who the hell we are
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Where we take our ships
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Of trade to port calls very far
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CHORUS
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Beyond the line of death
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He says he'll get you
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If you dare defy him
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To laugh at his orders
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Cross over the line
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So three ships went down
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And all there hands were lost
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If he's gonna spit on us
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He's gotta pay the cost
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You angry little madman
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Whith fist raised to the sky
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Your people just like sheep
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They follow never wonder why
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Blood and death his calling cards
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They seem as though the answer
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Spreading through this world
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And growing like a cancer
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His mind must be tormented
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Rotting yet alive
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Terrorism tactics
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When will we draw the line
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CHORUS
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How many times must we die
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In the name of peace
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Now we all know
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The time is running short
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And the devil sees
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The world as his whore
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If you see a psychopath with a loaded gun
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Killing all your neighbors
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Will you stand or run
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cause just the other day
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I heard the newsman say
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Enemy missiles fired
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And commin out our way
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CHORUS
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Line Of Death
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Metal Church |