War digs graves for poor young men.
War digs graves for poor young men.
When a brave boy leaves his home i can see war grabs a shovel again.
War makes tears and war makes cries.
War makes tears and war makes cries.
Since a brave boy've left his home his home his mother can't dry her eyes.
War takes your taxes and turns them into shells.
War takes your taxes and turns them into shells.
And it seems like my tax is gonna kill! Kill! Somebody else...
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