A grey sky falls on blood-soaked land where children used to play
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theres no more laughter in the air-its all been blown away
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The bodies burn in the sun as you just march on by
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so handsome in your unifroms, but you bat not an eye
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[Chorus:]
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Like animals
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gun-toting freaks
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cracked-up in cami
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minds so weak
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possesed like zombies in the night
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all you want's to kill and fight
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[Spoken:]
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"..your politics and policies, have left children without families...
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but you can't wash the blood from your hands..
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and giving you the 'right to kill'
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and a loaded gun will not make you a man..."
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Like life-sized G.I. Joe's you go-programmed to kill
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trained to massacre other human beings at will
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so well trained, with guns aimed-you rip 'em up with no remorse
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you don't hesitate to pull the trigger-it's just a matter of course
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[Chorus]
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[Spoken ]
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Your minds poisoned to think it just
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to leave children dead in the dust
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Oh my soldier hero! Bodies 'round the place...
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when it's time to come home how can you look me in the face?
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The body count rises, your conscience falls
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but you don't even care at all
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[Chorus]
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Like Animals
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Devotchkas |