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Spectre of warfare hangs over our lives
Strangers decide just who lives or dies
Mercy no feeling They're so cold and blind
Evil leaders with greed on their mind
Born for war born for war
Time slipping even faster
Into the hands, of the master
His sign is a mushroom cloud
He's the Lord of all disaster
Fighting and dying their pawn in the game
generals and kings think we're all the same
Thousands of young men lie dead in the mire
out of the classroom into the fire
Born for war born for war
Time slipping even faster
Into the hands, of the master
His sign is a mushroom cloud
He's the Lord of all disaster
Since the turning of the century
Its been the same for guys like you and me
Fight and die and its the only way
Born for War and there's no escape
Generation die without a trace
Could be wars the devils human face
Politicians spout a phoney cause
Don't ask me to fight your fucking wars
DEATH THE SAME FOR SINNER OF PRIEST
VICTIMS OF THIS FRAGILE PEACE