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Feb 2012
They do what they do,
for their god.
They do what they do,
for the heavens above.

They do what they do,
cause they god said to.
Here to save their religion,
it's what they're born to do.

Peace, love, and car bombings,
destroying their surroundings.
Peace, love, and car bombings,
to their god, they will sing.

Think they were born,
to restore peace.
By causing lives,
to forever cease.

Arm themselves,
with holy guns.
Their religion,
is the only one.

Peace, love, and car bombings,
destroying their surroundings.
Peace, love, and car bombings,
to their god, they will sing.

Peace, love, and car bombings,
destroying their surroundings.
Peace, love, and car bombings,
to their god, they will sing.

Why,
why,
why,
oh why?
Why must the innocent die?
Religion confuses the mind,
religion leaves us blind.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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