The Hidden Hand - Bellicose Rhetoric | Текст песни

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The drums are beatin the chorus shrill,
Someone's been cheatin', it's time to kill,
They got the germs you know it's true,
They seek the way to wax your kids & you.

Who's the infidel,who's the pure?
This year for sure my steed will hurl'
Same old line nothin' new
They still deny that they knew.

They got missiles, pointed at your barn
Don't like your book & want your farm.
An oxymoron to coin a phrase,
This rigid doctrine dogma depraved

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