he always feels so bad seeing red flakes on the ground

it's been almost three years now since he came in this wild town




but his feet are still on the ground and his eyes still pouring tears

and each time the sun goes down his head is full of fears



american soldier you're a puppet of the big clown

that uses you to win his goddamn oil war



and you kill for some lies and when you die he says he's very sorry

don't you think it's worth the try your life in the hands of Stupidity



you can't even run away you're the prisonner of war

you know i'd like to break your cell but our fight isn't fair



he uses his god as an excuse to justify his thirst of power

war against war never worked well so please hold your flower

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