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Bang!

Name, rank, and serial number,
You're in a war, son,
Get out of your slumber.
 
Wear your helmet,
And your combat boots,
It's camouflage time,
No time for zoot suits.
 
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Is your life over?
Get into the tank,
Go shoot some more mortars.
 
The enemy is near,
Coming from your own planet,
They tell you to hate,
And you take it for granted.
 
Killing and maiming,
It's not a 9 to 5 job,
We're all one people,
It makes you want to sob.
 
Peace, mir, paz,
It's said all different ways,
We all know these words,
But their meaning will not stay.
 



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