War and Fleece
The governments are fighting.
They're handing us their guns.
Which one will we call evil
and will ours be the ones?
Our enemies a soldier
who's married with a child
who's fighting for their country
for fear that it has riled.
Their leader is a danger
of everything we know,
but when they start to mimic;
we'll shoot them full of CROW!
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