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Shoot To Kill

Every night they kneel to pray, eyes lifted to the sky

Do they really think there's anybody up there to hear their plaintive cry?

Every second another one dies to the echoes of some butcher's battle cries

Some fat chameleon, sat behind a desk.  Look over your shoulder, boy, you might be next

And when you ask ‘em what the bloodshed's for

They say “We don't need a reason, mama, to go to war.”

 

Does the road on which you travel take you to your promised land?

The sacred demons you unravel will put a rifle, not a cross, into your hand

I got my faith, and you got yours - same destination, through different doors

You love your God, and I love mine: but we're both blinded by the lights divine

And when you ask ‘em what the bloodshed's for

They say “We don't need a reason, mama, to go to war.”

 

What's the plan?  Shoot to kill.  As many as you can. Fire at will.

Souls need saving, a battle lies ahead

If they won't see the light, then they might as well be dead, dead, dead.

 

Now you got something that we need.  Don't you think that we should share?

We all got a mouth to feed.  Don't you think it's only fair?

One for us, and one for you.  Don’t make a fuss, or we'll take yours, too.

Together we stand, divided you fall, and half of nothing ain’t worth nothing at all

And when you ask ‘em what the bloodshed's for

They say “We don't need a reason, mama, to go to war.”

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