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There’s a shout from on top of that hill As the microphone explodes from the foolish calling Now’s the time for war and the blood will spill Bodies hit the floor and they keep on falling I won’t go fight your war This democracy’s a disgrace I won’t die in your war The TV, talk shows, news and radio explode Bring the hate, bring the pain your war will create As the bodies of the dead grow cold But I won’t let you decide my fate I won’t let you decide my fate I won’t let you decide my fate This democracy, it’s my fate Your war is a disgrace |
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