We fight and we bicker, we bomb and we scare;
Kill women and children as if we don't care.
All for a land our fathers once knew;
Where freedom and justice tried to be true.
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How free are we now? How worthy our cause?
How open our eyes? How drawn our claws?
Look in the mirror; examine your face;
We're of the same blood; we're of the same race.
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I don't want a country; I don't want a nation.
I don't want to rule all of creation.
Just give me my six feet to lie when I'm gone;
It's all that I get, when I finally move on.
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For under those six feet, I'll hear the cries
Of people who fought; of people who died.
They shout 鈥淭his is it? A small little plot;
A tiny space for our bodies to rot?鈥
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鈥淭he blood that we shed drips red on our hands,
The noise resounds of the marching bands.
And yet we have nothing, it was all in vain;
Just six little feet to hold our remains.鈥
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