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Here comes death from the blue skies,
Nagasaki like the 4th of July.
Watch our missiles blow them sky high--
what a cost-efficient way to die!
Robot-Eagle on a flat screen,
a 14-year old learning to fly.
Blow them up, that’s the sound of freedom forming in their minds.
You’re waking up, missing everybody, friends piled in a line.
You’re going up, taking everybody down into the monsters of your mind,
man, we’re waiting for a damn good time.
You won it all, it’s a bonanza.
Supreme Leader and new rebels to train.
We’ll give them guns and an agenda,
one-way tickets on commercial planes.
You’re looking good towards re-election,
you’ve got a multi-million-dollar campaign.
And you’re moving up, up past everybody--
hell, you can’t complain.
You’re going up, up past everybody on ladders built from pain.
You’re going up, taking everybody down into the monsters of your mind.
We’re waiting for a damn good time.
And hip-hooray here comes Norway, friend to one and all.
We don’t sell guns, we just provide a little service, that’s all.
We’re the ambassadors of peace and kindness, merely warlords
dealing death and violence in a cabaret.
We’re good friends with the U.S.A.
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