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billy's lyrics soldier boy soldier boy, they sold you some goods now you're hanging out in some fallujah neighborhood one weekend a month they said, and 2 weeks a year run around the woods shootin guns and drinking beer joined the reserves, never expected to fight did'nt realize, you mighta mortgage your life but said it'd be 3 months, and now its 6 years you scream to Iraq, get me outta here get me outta here kids are hungry, the wife is late rents way overdue, it just can't wait clean your rifle, and sharpen your knife make one mistake, and forfeit your life get me outta here  waterboard its the latest and the greatest from the gop lets all do the waterboard its the favorite pastime of dick cheney lets all do the waterboard first they beat you up and they strap you down then they pour it on wanna make you drown its not really torture unless they say it is lets all do the waterboard and it gets us answers just as quick as a wiz just ask john mccain looks like torquemada cheneys personal dungeon lets all do the waterboard makes no sense lets all do the waterboard and we get this dummy for president just ask the cia vampire of love you only see me at night i just stopped by for a little bite you just can't resist i give you love forever with a twist i'm a vampire of love come from below not down from above i'm gonna take it from you, baby been this way since 1362 i come and see you each night you can't resist, you freeze with fright i'm gonna take it from you yell, yell, yell, thats what i'll do i'm a vampire of love come from below not down from above i'm gonna take it from you, baby yell, yell, yell, thats what i'll do i'm a vampire of love come from below not down from above i'll take everything from you, baby been this way since 1362 rastasafarian call i rastasafarian i lead my own war got to bring down the government they not mind the store i have these message i know what i seen they always need more soldiers to feed the machine rastasafarians, come with me take the sacrament, and see haile salassie bolle machmon, your're the true one lost tribe of isreal take these bigger now feed it to the fire feel it raise you, raise you up higher, higher rastasafarian, travel the world looking for his freedom not just empty words join with me brothers and sisters raise your voices to the sky we can't make it better if we never try treat your plants like children give them love and tenderness and in the end you too will be blessed no money, no justice, no ganja, no peace when we cast our governments this too will cease rastasafarian, travel the world looking for his freedom not just empty words join with me brothers and sisters raise your voices to the sky we can't make it better if we never try All Songs and Photographs Copyright (c) Unfortunate Sons - All Rights Reserved. |
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