Stamp your ticket and settle in
Here come the tanks
The main event
You paid good money, waited in line
For a rockets red glare to deliver your share
Of a peace so pure
It leaves no trace
Of blood or brains
Or the crippling shame
Seeing savage grins on ivory skin
And a coach
In fatigues
Trading jokes
Over tea
What murder? What greed?
It was part of our need
To kill who resists
Our infallible lead
And if children have died
They're safe in the sky
Where God is a man and women comply
Like any good team
Some smile, some scream
But the score is what counts
And the magical dream
That winning is right
And losing obscene
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