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how ready are you to die for an ideal what's the connection, between a lie and what is real Mother Superior
I've got an angel on my back I'm one of the righteous and I'm never going back no, no, no I'm never going back
who's that shining forth-right man about to die behind me he's waiting for the portress to send me head over heels who's that black-heart four-star general walking up the hill to ask the liberals nicely to help, finance his private war
and if I didn't trust that man when he puts the rifle in your hand sings you songs of pageantry and grace and how much you want to bet on the other side there's a man with twice your pride and they put you feet first in an unmarked grave
there was a time in our history when we justified by saying our destinies manifest now imperialism is the mantra of the west
see that trigger happy college boys, love a chance to try out their new toys then they wash the city streets clean, with the blood of infidels
as the fabric of democracy left tattered in the dust we could put, another greedy man into the dictatorial puppet-show, now tell me, who do you trust who do you trust
and an abominable hemisphere would perpetuate a heart-whole atmosphere call it a threat to national security call it just a poor-sick face one more place, to export cheap labor
hail the monarchy hail the oligarchy a potential for anarchy and we pat ourselves