Your life has been a put-up job
But don’t blame us you poor fat slob
We tried to talk you out of war
Instead you killed more of the poor
With your borders opened wide
You chose to take another’s side
No time left to disobey
So join the dead or take their pay
The Hand of Doom it will not yield
You brought back home your killing fields
Reality too much to bear
You left what you once had back there
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But you can leave the bad parts too
Don’t let the liars run you through
We need you on this earthly plane
To help us vanquish the insane
They’ll use your children as their slaves
If shot’s don’t dig their early graves
It’s time for you to use your skills
And now you know just who to kill
So come back home, you Joker’s wild
You started out the Devil’s child
It’s not too late for you to be
An Avenging Angel of liberty
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