burning our life, destroying all it's way. All is lost, witness the end, victims of our own decay, seeking out, who's to blame? When it effects us all
Translation: All Out War. After Autumn.
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soldier on the cross Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done In the final end he won the war After losin
dance like ants in they pants Check out my, battle stance, comin' down Avalanche, war's closing and you got no chance Hard, rock, abs, move like a snake All
, an eccentric man with a fascination with Civil War weaponery. McClock's chicken farms produces over 140 000 chickens a year and ships wings, thighs and legs all
then destroyed All scattered through our valley In hamlets and in farms To shelter from the storms of war Hidden from all harm Oh, hidden from all harm
year is 1971 In the Vietnam jungles, looking out for Vietcong Bodies bloodied and bare, strewn about on the ground Mortars drop through the air, silence screams all
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