Another religion, another war
They're fighting out in Lebanon
I really don't
They're the ones to declare the war
We're the ones die
Don't want to be a victim of society's oppression
Don't want
Standing on the corner
Waiting for their pay
Standing on the
You been believing in me forever every day
Keep taking
Did they ask you?
They never listen to you
Never listen to
If there be no masters there'd be no slaves
No one
Living in a city full of urban decay
All you see
All this music's gone to my head
The old man shouts,
We got to stand together
Got to unite and fight
We've got
So you say we sound like a vacuum cleaner
And you
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