we go marching off to war
and the richter scale swings
pile on those trains
pile in that hearse
pools congregate the men
and segregate the girls
i don't feel clean
where are my girls?
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there's an old man in his chair
with a leather shaven grin
i don't want war
i don't need plays
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it's like hellbent inn...