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Blood on your hands as you put them Near the hole in your chest. Where the bullet struck and threw you Flat into the mud. "Come on lads" the bastards soon will be defeated God is on our side was what you heard When all went black For god and the

False, false have you been to me my love How often have you changed your mind? But since you've gone and left me, for another fair one, I'm afraid you are no more mine But I would climb a tree that is too high for me Asking fruit where there weren't

Destined to follow Afraid to miss any trend The TV is your truth You just watch and absorb Never in any doubt About the message it spreads You're locked in a mental cage For the rest of your days Get-A-Life, Get-A-Life Your mind is polluted With usel

Other men's fear strengthens you As you march the streets With hatred in your eyes With combat boots and battle dress All for the cause, strict in line "Our country for our people" is what you claim But who are our people? Who decides whether on