The End of the Line
We've always been your killers/We've always
fought your wars/We've always bled and died/We're not going to do it anymore/We've
always died in trenches/We've always protected your miserable state/We've
always been confused and stupid/We've let you fill us up with hate/For
the russkies, the gooks, the dirty arabs/Or whatever enemy your want to
create/Who gets in the way of your rape and your plunder/From Haiti to
Saigon to New York to Kuwait/Our fathers and grandfathers fought for your
country/They sweated in jungles, in trenches they died/ While your kind
sat at desks, planning the slaughter/Of people with families, with dreams,
and with lives/You gave the orders and they pulled the triggers/Well that's
stopping right now, it's the end of the line/You want to have war then
go kill your own sons/Cause you'll never get hold of me or of mine/We're
sick of your lies, your murder and death/The stench of your crimes is thick
on your breath/You'll not find me in uniform lying dead/If I pick up the
gun it'll point at your head.
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