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On the banks of the Tigris marches the army of death Tanks roll on Baghdad's streets and the people are fearing Dying children are cursing it with their last breath As Iraqis are herded, they know their end's nearing The US keeps conquering, putting people down Iraq is now ruled by the American crown 'Tis the blood-bangle banner, oh long it may wave O'er the land of the freeps, and the home of the slaves
Now freedom's an empty word, that you must know If you think for yourself, then you're spawn of the devil, An evil killer, and low'st of the low So to win, the US sinks to the terr'rists' level Its machine tramples the last shreds of hope The dissenters are soon to be given the rope And the blood-bangle banner in triumph does wave O'er the land of the freeps, and the home of the slaves
The country acts out Nineteen-Eighty-Four Freedom's dead, now there is just desolation While the sheep scream their baas, just asking for more We must all slave for the glory of the sad nation Never forget what the US's about: Only "Kill 'em all! And let Gawd sort 'em out!" And the blood-bangle banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the freeps, and the home of the slaves
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