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The draft is coming |
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It's blowing down the door |
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So pack your bags, boys and girls |
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We're all going off to war |
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You can be the next to die for Halliburton |
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Pull the cord, drape the flag and draw the curtain |
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You can pull the trigger for the Exxon Corporation |
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Watch the cities burn around you while you're standing at your station |
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You can shoot the children as they throw stones at your Humvee |
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And you can die for Kerry or maybe for Dick Cheney |
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When your tours are over and you come back |
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Maybe you can go to college if you survive Iraq |
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With DU dust in your lungs you can learn a trade |
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In your dying years you'll have it made |
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And when you're coughing up your last breath beneath the overpass |
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You'll be praying for the fortunes of the military brass |
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But you can be happy about the cause for which you died |
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At least you fought for freedom unlike the other side |
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They were setting off car bombs while you dropped them from the sky |
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You sold the country off to whatever company would buy |
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Shut their papers down and shot them for their liberty |
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So as you die you know you left the world a bit more free |
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Yes you can die for oil and watch history repeat |
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Fight for empire in the desert and go down in defeat |
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Or maybe it could happen that now in the second round |
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We will take the struggle higher and this time hear the sound |
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Of the chimes of freedom ringing when we take Washington, DC |
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'Cause opportunity is knocking, oh say, can you see |
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