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Verse 1:
It’s war, she said,
As she turned on the T.V set
Tuned in, through the snow
To the nightly news reel show

Verse 2:
Where a voice confirmed our fears
As she stifled back the tears
And declared she’d watched the highlights
On T.V!
 [bad word] 
Count to three I’ll be back home soon
Count to threeeee
 [bad word] 
What gods are these?
To justify these deeds
Not mine, I’m sure
Could this really be the cure?
 [bad word] 2:
They'll be dancing in the streets
And kissing our boys' feets
Till blood begins to flow
On your breakfast T.V show

Verse 3:
We flew for hours
And we all [bad word] showers
And we wondered at the heat
As our boots melted to our feet

Verse 4:
And I donned my armored vest
Walked out with all the rest
Straight into what I thought must be
a dream!
 [bad word] 
Count to three I’ll be back home soon
Count to threeeee
 [bad word] 
What gods are these?
To justify these deeds
Not mine, I’m sure
Could this really be the cure?
 [bad word] 2:
They'll be dancing in the streets
And kissing our boys' feets
Till love begins to flow
On your breakfast T.V show

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