Soldier boy pick up your gun, send me to my grave
‘Cause the world is breaking down
Life to you is a battle field; this country they try to steal
While the world is breaking down
Violent night this can’t be right, a vision clear and bright
In the end we’re all just children of the earth
So life may be a killing ground, this nightmare’s still around
And the world is breaking down

scene of a crime, a sign of the time, eternal genocide
On African soil, urban battle ground
Two Black Hawk’s going down

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Forevermore
We must live to testify
Forevermore
We are just liars
Forevermore
They are children of the gun
Forevermore
We are disciples

Soldier boy, real McCoy, medal made of gold
But a heart’s not made of steel
Dying in the desert night, over powered by fire might
And no man is made of steel

Clan against clan, man against man, warriors of man kind
What can we do? This is suicide
Divided we must fall

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Forevermore
We must live to testify
Forevermore
We are just liars
Forevermore
They are children of the gun
Forevermore
We are disciples

Solo

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