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they get you ready to fight |
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the fuse is ready to blow |
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you shoot to kill on sight |
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they call you g i joe |
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you never wanted to stop |
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the smell of burning flesh |
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the hero marches alone |
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across the highway of death |
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it's not a matter of rights |
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it's just a matter of war |
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don't have a reason to fight |
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they never had one before |
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you're just a killing machine |
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he's come to take you down |
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we take the gas that we need |
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and pump the blood on the ground |
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they're gonna set you up |
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so they can take you down |
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they're gonna suck you dry |
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they've left the blood to be found |
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they're gonna rip you apart |
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you're gonna burn at the stake |
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cos when it's time to collect |
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it's only heroes who pay |
