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We were sent among the first |
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To fight the wounds, the heat, the thirst |
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Still, with hate we unify |
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To watch you bleed and help you die |
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Oh, they say dead men tell no tales |
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But your death tells me that you have failed |
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Stripped to the bone |
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And left here all alone |
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Dead men tell no tales they say |
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Well your death tells me you're away |
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Six feet down you lay with your eyes closed |
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So still, winsome sleep, so decomposed |
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Stripped to the bone |
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And left here all alone |
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Stripped to the bone |
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Stop! |
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Greaves don't come more false than this |
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So stop now, traveler, and piss |
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We are superior to your men |
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One of us can take out ten |
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There is no question if or when |
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So go ahead piling sandbags |
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Say farewell to your dog tags |
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While we lean back counting our frags |
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Stripped to the bone |
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And left here all alone |
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Stripped to the bone |
