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For whom the bells toll<br />When sentenced to die<br />The stuttering rifles<br />Will stifle the cry<br />The monstrous anger<br />The fear's rapid rattle<br />A desert inferno<br />Kids dying like cattle<br /><br />Don't tell me<br />We're not prepared<br />I've seen today's marine<br />He's eighteen and he's eager<br />He can be quite mean<br /><br />No mock'ries for them<br />No prayers or bells<br />The demented choirs<br />The wailing of shells<br />The boys holding candles<br />On untraveled roads<br />The fear spreads like fire<br />As shrapnel explodes<br /><br />I think it's wrong<br />To conscript our youth<br />Against their will<br />When plenty of our citizenry<br />Really like to kill<br /><br />What sign posts will lead<br />To armageddon's fires<br />What bugles will call them<br />From crowded grey shires<br />The women sit quiet<br />With death on their minds<br />A slow dusk descending<br />The drawing of blinds<br /><br />Make the hunters all line up<br />It's their idea of fun<br />And let those be forgiven<br />Who never owned a gun<br />Was it him or me<br />Or the wailing of the dead<br />The laughing soldiers<br />Cast their lots<br />And you can cut the dread
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For whom the bells toll<br />When sentenced to die<br />The stuttering rifles<br />Will stifle the cry<br />The monstrous anger<br />The fear's rapid rattle<br />A desert inferno<br />Kids dying like cattle<br /><br />Don't tell me<br />We're not prepared<br />I've seen today's marine<br />He's eighteen and he's eager<br />He can be quite mean<br /><br />No mock'ries for them<br />No prayers or bells<br />The demented choirs<br />The wailing of shells<br />The boys holding candles<br />On untraveled roads<br />The fear spreads like fire<br />As shrapnel explodes<br /><br />I think it's wrong<br />To conscript our youth<br />Against their will<br />When plenty of our citizenry<br />Really like to kill<br /><br />What sign posts will lead<br />To armageddon's fires<br />What bugles will call them<br />From crowded grey shires<br />The women sit quiet<br />With death on their minds<br />A slow dusk descending<br />The drawing of blinds<br /><br />Make the hunters all line up<br />It's their idea of fun<br />And let those be forgiven<br />Who never owned a gun<br />Was it him or me<br />Or the wailing of the dead<br />The laughing soldiers<br />Cast their lots<br />And you can cut the dread
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