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Lyrics

I've got a friend, he's a pure-bred killing machine,

He said he's waited his whole damn life for this,

I knew him well when he was seventeen,

Now he's a man who'll be dead by Christmas.

And, so... Everybody's going to war,

But we don't know what we're fighting for,

Don't tell me it's a worthy cause,

No cause could be so worthy.

If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober,

If hope is a song I guess it's all over,

How to have faith, when faith is a crime?

I don't want to die...

If God's on our side, then God is a joker,

Asleep on the job, his children fall over,

Running out through the door and straight to the sky,

I don't want to die...

For every man who wants to rule the world,

There'll be a man who just wants to be free,

What do we learn but what should not be learnt?

Too late to find a cure for this disease.

so... Everybody's going to war,

But we don't know what we're fighting for,

Don't tell me it's a worthy cause,

No cause could be so worthy.

If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober,

If hope is a song, I guess it's all over,

How to have faith, when faith is a crime?

I don't want to die...

If God's on our side, then God is a joker,

Asleep on the job, his children fall over,

Running out through the door, and straight to the sky,

I don't want to die...

I-I-I-I I-I-I-I don't want to die,

I-I don't want to die...

so... Everybody's going to war,

But we don't know what we're fighting for,

Don't tell me it's a worthy cause,

No cause could be so worthy.

If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober,

If hope is a song, I guess it's all over,

How to have faith, when faith is a crime?

I don't want to die...

If God's on our side, then God is a joker,

Asleep on the job, his children fall over,

Running out through the door, and straight to the sky,

I don't want to die...

I-I-I-I I-I-I-I don't want to die,

I-I don't want to die...

I've got a friend,

he's a pure-bred killing machine,

I think he might be dead by Christmas...