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Yes War Is Grimy Business Boy, It Isn't Any Fun
So Put Your Loving Bullet In Your Everloving Gun
And Shoot Your Loving Bullet At The Everloving Hun


You Got To Be Part Schizo, Son
A Partway Hypocrite
And You Got To Bend Your Principles
At Least A Little Bit
That Gun Is Not A Toy, My Son
You've Got To Kill With It
And If Your Conscience Yells About
The Sins That You Commit
And Hatred Is Extinguishing
Your Flame That Once Was Lit
And Murder Is A Flingin' You
Deep Down Into The Pit
And Your Mind Is So Confused
That You Think Your Head Will Split
You Can Always Run To Padre, Son
...Your Sins He Will Remit

For Here And Now Is Here And Now
We're Gonna Win And I Don't Care How