| I don’t wanna fight anyway
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| I don’t wanna take the things you own
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| I don’t wanna put myself at risk
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| So someone else can their thrown,
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| I would put them all in a room,
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| Give them all the guns and clips they need,
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| I would put a seed in their minds,
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| To follow as it breaks down greed,
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| Soldier Machismo,
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| And his morals,
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| Who am I to know what you save me from,
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| What is it to say that if they all lay down,
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| That my home would be gone,
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| I wanna put glue down your gun,
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| Imagine pointing that thing at your son,
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| When he dies you tell us who won,
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| And there will be no invasion,
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| Soldier Machismo,
|
| And his morals,
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| Who am I to know what you save me from,
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| What is it to say that if they all lay down,
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| That my home would be gone,
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| The children just imagine,
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| Flaming eagles built in patterns,
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| Look outside your eyes and soul,
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| Now tell me who won the war,
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| I don’t wanna fight anyway
|
| I don’t wanna take the things you own
|
| I don’t wanna put myself at risk
|
| So someone else can their thrown,
|
| I would put them all in a room,
|
| Give them all the guns and clips they need,
|
| I would put a seed in their minds,
|
| To follow as it breaks down greed,
|
| I wanna put glue down your gun,
|
| Imagine pointing that thing at your son,
|
| When he dies you tell us who won,
|
| And there will be no invasion,
|
| I don’t wanna fight anyway
|
| I don’t wanna take the things you own
|
| I don’t wanna put myself at risk
|
| So someone else can their thrown,
|
| Soldier Machismo,
|
| And his morals,
|
| Who am I to know what you save me from,
|
| What is it to say that if they all lay down,
|
| That my home would be gone,
|
| Soldier Machismo,
|
| And his morals,
|
| Who am I to know what you save me from,
|
| What is it to say that if they all lay down,
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| That my home would be gone. |