The day that carnage came to town
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We locked and bolted our doors down
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We laid silent on the ground
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Hoping we will not be found
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As children moan as mother cries
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I hide the fear from my eyes
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We creep down the cellar door
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Underneath the rotting floor
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Oh, I can't see the light
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Is it day or has darkness come like men
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My brothers fight
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Oh' when will this be done
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Will we see, will we see the sun
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We hold up stock down in the cave
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Two weeks gone by no light of day
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The rats go ahead and steal their share
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For in the darkness we're unaware
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I try to keep the others strong
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We won't last down here very long
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How many lives have our boys gave
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Have we built our shallow grave
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Oh, I can't see the light
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Is it day or has darkness come like men
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My brothers fight
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Oh' when will this be done
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Will we see, will we see the sun
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Skin and bones we waste away
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Two months gone by no light of day
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Children rocking back and forth
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They don't play much anymore
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The smell of death is in the air
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Are chances are much less than fare
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To leave may be our certain doom
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To stay shelter becomes a tomb
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Oh, I can't see the light
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Is it day or has darkness come like men
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My brothers fight
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Oh' when will this be done
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Will we see, will we see the sun
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Carnage
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The White Buffalo |