War
They told us it was glorious
They told us it was right
They put some guns into our hands
And told us all to fight
And so we went to battle them
An enemy, well known
Were not to know that some of us
Would have little left but bone
We fought this mighty enemy
We battled them for days
As they poisoned, gassed, and shot at us
We left them in a daze
We came to be victorious
We left with very few
We’ve come to warn the new recruits
Bout what’s awaiting you
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