They start when you’re little
Innocent and young
They start by giving you a little toy gun
They make a war game
You’re having so much fun
When you sign the papers is when they f#cking run
Now you’re on a plane with a gun strapped to your chest
Send you overseas to kill off all the rest
Can’t go home ’cause {?}
And I would rather rot
Than have my {?} shot
Kids will be killed for being in the way
Innocents getting killed every other day
{?} war, tell you to fight
Give you a gun, you’re dying tonight
Head of state is getting richer
Buying lots of land
While you’re fighting in the sand
Another bomb falls
But this one causes harm
Losing lots of blood and you lost your f#cking arm
All your friends are down and missing their faces
But they’re still breathing while they’re f#cking our races
You’re on the ground and you don’t know what to do
This is what happens when America f#cks you
Kids will be killed for being in the way
Innocents getting killed every other day
{?} war, tell you to fight
Give you a gun, you’re dying tonight
You’re dying tonight
You’re dying tonight
You’re dying tonight
You’re dying tonight
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