And we've all got sick with our cooler than thou,
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Holier than shit attitudes,
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Still the war goes on just drop the bomb,
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There's nothing left to lose.
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There's a bullet in this gun so you've got till,
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the count of one before they shoot.
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Let's get a disease there's nothing better to do,
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So we'll give it to you and then do as we please,
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We'll move to mars, buy big fast cars,
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Then spread with ease.
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'Cos this gun's pointing at you,
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So you've only got till two before they shoot.
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Still the rhythm goes [x3]
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Let's start a war where lots of people get killed,
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We destroy the world there's nothing left no more,
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Rid the earth of a race right off its face just say we're bored.
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'Cos if that gun's pointing a me,
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Then you've only got till three before they shoot.
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Let's invent a drug, yeah!,
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That's addictive quick, makes you sick with an instant hug,
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We'll sell it to kids who'll flip their lids then total crook.
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You don't get to the count of four,
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They don't do that anymore before they shoot.
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Still the rhythm goes [x2]
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Still the rhythm goes....on!!
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It's a very, very good,
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It's a very, very good,
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It's a very, very good,
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It's a very, very poor.
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