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(Sullivan/Heaton/Nelson)
Today, as you listen to this song, another 394,000 children
were born into this world....they break like waves of
hunger and desire upon these eroded shores....carrying
the curses of history and a history yet unwritten....the oil
burns in thick black columns, the buzz saws echo through
the forest floor....they shout give us our fair share,
give us justice....
....here comes the war
On a grey morning to the south of here two young men in
makeshift uniforms peer into the misty light....and
figures dart behind the trees as a snap of rifle rounds
echoes out across the fields....well they hardly know their
sacred mother tongue....but they know their duty to defend
the flag hanging limp and bloody above the village church....
while a thousand miles away in a warehouse complex down by
the river....young money men play paintball games....
....here comes the war
Put out the lights on the age of reason....
Blow out the candle and tell us another of those great stories....
the ones about serial killers....let dreams flow into savage
times....do you hear the sirens scream across the city,
we`ve had three hot nights in succession....the riot season is
here again....dear lord lead us back into the valley of the
shadow of death....
....here comes the war
Did you think we were born in peaceful times?...
Faster, faster....like a whirling dervish spinning round....
faster, faster....till the centre cannot hold....faster, faster....
You screamed give us liberty or give us death
Now you`ve got both, what do you want next?....
....here comes the war
Put out the lights on the age of reason

(Sullivan/Heaton/Nelson)
Today, as you listen to this song, another 394,000 children
were born into this world....they break like waves of
hunger and desire upon these eroded shores....carrying
the curses of history and a history yet unwritten....the oil
burns in thick black columns, the buzz saws echo through
the forest floor....they shout give us our fair share,
give us justice....
....here comes the war
On a grey morning to the south of here two young men in
makeshift uniforms peer into the misty light....and
figures dart behind the trees as a snap of rifle rounds
echoes out across the fields....well they hardly know their
sacred mother tongue....but they know their duty to defend
the flag hanging limp and bloody above the village church....
while a thousand miles away in a warehouse complex down by
the river....young money men play paintball games....
....here comes the war
Put out the lights on the age of reason....
Blow out the candle and tell us another of those great stories....
the ones about serial killers....let dreams flow into savage
times....do you hear the sirens scream across the city,
we`ve had three hot nights in succession....the riot season is
here again....dear lord lead us back into the valley of the
shadow of death....
....here comes the war
Did you think we were born in peaceful times?...
Faster, faster....like a whirling dervish spinning round....
faster, faster....till the centre cannot hold....faster, faster....
You screamed give us liberty or give us death
Now you`ve got both, what do you want next?....
....here comes the war
Put out the lights on the age of reason

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