歌词
In a time of war
Shaken to the core
Where the worm had grown
Bitter fruit disowned
We ignored the signs
We had closed our minds
They tell us it's too late
Tell us whom to hate
I will take a stand
They won't force my hand
In the cold clean air
No better time to dare
Taking to the street
Open wounds so deep
Feel the deadly thrill
Heartbeats race, then still
TV dinners, missing winners
Get your war on, boys
All the action, big distraction,
Get your war on, boys
TV dinners, saints and sinners
Get your war on, boys
Small screen action, big distraction
Get your war on, boys
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