Here we are in confusion
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Could be it's all an illusion
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Who knows the times to come
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The years to face, the race to run
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We believe in graven image
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We believe in the fight to the finish
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We desire the almighty dollar
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The pound of flesh, the golden collar
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Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs
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Here we are in the years
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The blood, the sweat, the tears
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Have made us bondage slaves
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In a world that we never made,
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The politicians lick our bones,
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The tacticians, hearts of stone
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They turn us against our brothers
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Make us fight and kill each other
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Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs
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Here we are again,
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The dead still look the same
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Who cares they're soon forgotten
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Nobody loves corpse that's rotten
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Your fathers, mothers, daughters, sons
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Have been taken by the chosen ones
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But don't forget you made the choise,
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You made your mark, you raised your voice,
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They're all the same, you're all to blame
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You're dogs
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Dogs
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Motorhead |