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They said one hundred years ago
This would be the last weâd know
The last time men would leave their farms
Swear the oath and take up arms
Different day, different name
The lies they say are still the same
And then they said in thirty-nine
What was yours by rights is mine
And so assembled heads of state
To play the great old game of fate
Different day, different name
The lies they say are still the same
They say your left hand cursed the right
White is black and black is white
They say itâs your brother youâve to fight
You know heâs wrong and we are right
Those who die, justify
The people standing next in line
A world where billions are poor
Still the billionaires want more
And poor men fight the rich menâs war
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And every time the coin is tossed
Every time the war is lost
By the women and children who pay the cost
It wasnât bombs in eighty-nine
That broke the wall between the lines
Just people tired, like you and I
Tell me really whatâs the cause
Of all your nasty little wars?
Tell me what weâre fighting for
When all weâve got to show is blood
Children dying in the mud
Flowers snipped off in the bud
They say itâs military aid
This multi-million dollar trade
This unholy masquerade
They say theyâre fighting in Godâs name
They say the other sideâs to blame
But we all know itâs a liarâs game.