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Other men's fear strengthens you |
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As you march the streets |
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With hatred in your eyes |
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With combat boots and battle dress |
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All for the cause, strict in line "Our country for our people" is what you claim |
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But who are our people? |
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Who decides whether one is scum |
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Or a fine example of our god fearing society, |
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You maybe? |
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Well if you are our future |
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There will be no place for me |
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I despise your ideas |
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And your clenched fist doesn't impress me |
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I won't feel sorry for you |
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You chose what you wanted to be |
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But I hope |
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I don't live to see that day |
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No, not for me |