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Brother will kill brother |
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Spilling blood across the land |
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Killing for religion |
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Something I don't understand |
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And fools like me, who cross the sea |
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And come to foreign lands |
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Ask the sheep, for their beliefs |
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Do you kill on God's command? |
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A country that's divided |
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Surely will not stand |
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My past erased, no more disgrace |
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No foolish naive stand |
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The end is near, it's crystal clear |
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Part of the master plan |
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Don't look now to Israel |
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It might be your homeland, Holy wars |
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Upon my podium |
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As the know it all scholar |
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Down in my seat of judgment |
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Gavel's bang, uphold the law |
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Up on my soapbox, a leader |
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Out to change the world |
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Down in my pulpit as the holier |
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Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God |
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Wage the war on organized crime |
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Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks |
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Behind the lines |
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Some people risk to employ me |
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Some people live to destroy me |
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Either way they die, they die |
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They killed my wife and my baby |
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With hopes to enslave me |
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First mistake, last mistake |
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Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants |
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Next mistake, no more mistakes |
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Fill the cracks in |
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With judicial granite |
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Because I don't say it |
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Don't mean I ain't, thinkin' it |
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Next thing you know |
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They'll take my thoughts away |
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I know what I said |
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Now I must scream of the overdose |
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And the lack of mercy killing |
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Mercy killing, mercy killing |
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Killing, killing, killing |
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Next thing you know |
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They'll take my thoughts away |
