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No mans land
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We're dropplng bombs down on the kids
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They can't eat bombs
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And we know this
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But we're doing what we're told
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We're flying around in strategic bombers
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With an afterburner straight to hell
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Where napalms burning love that smell
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My little girl she sits at horne
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With my last letter all alone
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She stops to read closes her eyes and then she cries
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My daddy told me he was proud
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My mummy's praying but not too loud
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I wonder if the lord will get the massage clear
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Oh mummy be shure i'll come back
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In a wodden box all painted black
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A bullet between the eyes is all what's left for you
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Seven times I've asked my head
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But all I've got is nomansland...nomansland...
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And if those generals say: don't worry
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Same old assholes same old story
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And it's not true...
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No mans land
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| Fury in the Slaughterhouse |
