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“Oh For God Almighty
Let’s scrape away those Palestinian Muslim Arab scums
To rightly make room for the Jews, God’s chosen ones.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
You sword wielding followers of the prophet Mohamed
With hatred forever the creed of your Shia Sunni divide
To bring destruction one to the other, so millions have died
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
Be gone you Popeless protestant English bastards
For us Fenians will always carry the true cross of Jesus
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
If oil be the quest let war drums begin and bombs be the rain
So onward Christian soldiers, to Iraq and away with Hussain
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
Millions made homeless, endless suffering without pause
Civil war be the call, with Syrians fighting their hopeless cause
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
And so to the future, a blond king is born, his war ships to sea
Yet concern there must be as he doesn’t even know his ABC
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
There are lessons to learn, yet as history so often does show
None will take heed, not even with nukes that are ready to throw.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
What’s to lose, as black frocked men offer promise of life ever after
Whilst appointed men of another faith the promise of 72 waiting virgins
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must”
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Let’s scrape away those Palestinian Muslim Arab scums
To rightly make room for the Jews, God’s chosen ones.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
You sword wielding followers of the prophet Mohamed
With hatred forever the creed of your Shia Sunni divide
To bring destruction one to the other, so millions have died
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
Be gone you Popeless protestant English bastards
For us Fenians will always carry the true cross of Jesus
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
If oil be the quest let war drums begin and bombs be the rain
So onward Christian soldiers, to Iraq and away with Hussain
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
Millions made homeless, endless suffering without pause
Civil war be the call, with Syrians fighting their hopeless cause
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
And so to the future, a blond king is born, his war ships to sea
Yet concern there must be as he doesn’t even know his ABC
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
There are lessons to learn, yet as history so often does show
None will take heed, not even with nukes that are ready to throw.
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must
What’s to lose, as black frocked men offer promise of life ever after
Whilst appointed men of another faith the promise of 72 waiting virgins
In the name of God, King and Country, always to trust
To slaughter the innocent children, too die if we must”
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“Do gather that which I possess and burn it all to watch me weep.. Do not say bird song is no more with all the forests gone for then put me to permanent sleep.”
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“Sadly sometimes with the passing of the years we begin to look for answers elsewhere (outside the marriage) only to find there is no elsewhere, just mirages and that what we sought we already possessed had we but looked more closely.”
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“No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
The chosen so often of colour, unlearned or the piss poor.
But true heroes you’ll be if you win by force majeure.
No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
Ticker tape parades and medals for those making it home,
For the rest, your name on a glorious memorial dome.
No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
But see those with the wealth they do not give a toss
Knowing their greedy interests will not turn a loss.
No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
Not their sons to die in some foreign land
But here they come marching so strike up the band.
No glory found, and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned.”
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For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
The chosen so often of colour, unlearned or the piss poor.
But true heroes you’ll be if you win by force majeure.
No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
Ticker tape parades and medals for those making it home,
For the rest, your name on a glorious memorial dome.
No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
But see those with the wealth they do not give a toss
Knowing their greedy interests will not turn a loss.
No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
Not their sons to die in some foreign land
But here they come marching so strike up the band.
No glory found, and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned.”
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