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It's God's gift to the lost and needy |
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Rich and greedy, pulsing ragged tide |
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It's God's gift to all his young |
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Whoa-oh-oh-oh, to the cool and the certified |
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It's God's gift to the kings and generals |
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Young men in tickertape uniforms |
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Oh-oh-oh-oh, they come with tongues of fire |
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Praying for the victory |
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Wrap it up, take it away |
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It's God's gift to the armies of the world |
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The sheiks of the sword and the Mafioso death cord |
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It's God's gift to the head-hunting girls |
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Keepers of the final flame, hey |
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It's God's gift to the metal toi |
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To the mob to the boys of the Ninja death squad |
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Oh, now there's no talk back |
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Go, go, Ronnie, go |
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Detonate, blow us away |
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Oh, no, no, no, no, not me |
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Can't you understand, I said |
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I've had a hard day |
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Digging my head in the sand |
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I said ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh |
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I said ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh |
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It's God gift to the opium tongues |
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To the spitfire sons in shooting star machines |
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It's God's gift to the reds to the blues |
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To the blacks and the whites |
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To the oranges and the greens |
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And all for nothing |
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All for nothing |
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All for nothing |
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All for nothing |
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Huh! |
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It's God's gift to the lost and needy |
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To the rich and greedy, the pulsing ragged tide |
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It's God's gift to all his young |
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To the cool and the certified |
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It's God's gift to the kings and generals |
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Young men in tickertape uniforms |
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They come with tongues of fire |
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Praying for the victory |
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Wrap it up, take it away |
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Wrap it up, take it away |
