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Let's drag the moon down from the sky |
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Hold her down and silence her cries |
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She knows us, has heard all our lies |
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She knows we're to be despised |
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Dig a grave and put some people in |
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Shoot them dead, then fill it in |
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With our little banners and our little drums |
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Nothing changes, but I'm told that it's fun |
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In the name of the people or in the name of God |
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Let's throw someone to the mercy of the mob |
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Let their blood be washed away by the rain |
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When the sun comes up we can do it all again |
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Dig a grave, and put some people in |
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Shoot them dead then fill it in |
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With our little uniforms and our little guns |
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Nothing will change, but I'm told that it's fun |
