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Looking for an answer to end all the violence, But you'll find no solutions behind that white paper, Looking for a way to break down the fence, Do you really believe in this ludicrous caper?
Moutbatten murdered - a rebel gunman's been shot dead, 'They're all murdering bastards' - or was it something that I read?, Well, whatever I read - it's just the fucking same, Death, destruction, violence and pain!
This side, that side. That side, this side, What side? Any side. You can't side me, That side, this side. This side, that side, What side? Any side. You can't side me.
Where could it end? What could the outcome be? One thing's for sure, There'll be a lot more corpses before the governments begin to see, A lot more screaming bullets. A lot more children dead, And a lot more 'Bloody Sundays' - all painted in red.
A lot more pointless talks, and a lot more death walks, A whole lot more of whose tribes should rule, The squaddie's on the corner. The gunman's on the roof, Who's the real terrorist? - Well, don't look to the media for your proof.
This side, that side. That side, this side, What side? Any side. You can't side me, That side, this side. This side, that side, What side? Any side. You can't side me.
The British Empire isn't what it used to be, mate, And it's a bit too late to try and make it great, So what's the point in fighting out there? British constitution on a lands fate!
The 'Vengill' computer sums it all up, It's packed with reasons to cut people's lives up, Well, whatever, it's just the same, Death, destruction, violence and pain.
This side, that side. That side, this side, What side? Left side. Can't side me, This side, that side. That side, this side, What side? Right side. You can't side me.
I see no point in deciding, because I won't fight for troops in Ireland,
And I won't shoot no squaddy dead, and I won't smash no bastards head, Because I don't wanna die! Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die?, Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die? Do you wanna die?, Do you wanna die? Do YOU wanna die?
This side, that side. That side, this side, Right side? Wrong side. Can't side me, This side, that side. That side, this side, What side? YOUR side. Can't side me. (Conflict; wiedermal von Carsten in die Tastatur gehauen)
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