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Apr 2013
We are going off to war,
we are sitting by no more;
we are smashing skulls baby,
killing the enemy.

This is how the world is made;
this is how the rent is paid.
Grab your gun and follow me,
baby, lets make casualties.

Those with souls can stay behind,
and moan and groan and hide their eyes -
that is why we charge ahead,
baby, front towards enemy.
It's an Army thing, not a "lone gunman" thing, don't freak out on me... I'm right as rain. I did get the rhythm from Sail by AWOLNATION.
Keith Anderson
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Keith Anderson  Texas
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