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We fight and we bicker, we bomb and we scare;

Kill women and children as if we don't care.

All for a land our fathers once knew;

Where freedom and justice tried to be true.

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How free are we now? How worthy our cause?

How open our eyes? How drawn our claws?

Look in the mirror; examine your face;

We're of the same blood; we're of the same race.

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I don't want a country; I don't want a nation.

I don't want to rule all of creation.

Just give me my six feet to lie when I'm gone;

It's all that I get, when I finally move on.

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For under those six feet, I'll hear the cries

Of people who fought; of people who died.

They shout β€œThis is it? A small little plot;

A tiny space for our bodies to rot?”

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β€œThe blood that we shed drips red on our hands,

The noise resounds of the marching bands.

And yet we have nothing, it was all in vain;

Just six little feet to hold our remains.”

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