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US government drew up plans
Too much money, got the cash
Break out ? staff
? is a fuckin' mess
They think they know it all.
They're gonna die in the fireball.
? overrule
? play the fool
All day
World War III (x4)
Forget ?
I'll make us have another war.
It doesn't matter what the people think.
These days our President drinks:
Here I go I'll launch the bomb.

See my body, it's nothing to get hung about.
I'm nobody except genetic runaround.
Spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back.
Bad religion, a cabal, that is all that's left.
Hey Mr. Mind, stop wasting my time,
With your factory precision.
Factory precision is your
Bad religion, too good to take.
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad religion, bad religion.
Ay!

when everybody dies around you, from someone else's gun,
it really makes you stop and think about the years to come.
something good had to happen to the human race.
we all had better stop hoping and set our heads on straight.
you've gotta turn over a new leaf,
'cause that old one's turning on you.
we've gotta turn over a new leaf.
if the future's only hoped for, we are doomed.

There was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones.
He sought extrication through chemical vocation and now he answers to Jones.
It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat,
Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat.
Thinking today of what I want to say, thinking of inhibition and vice.

(words and music by Mr. Brett)
all good soldiers crack like boulders
The sun climbs up to a razon,
violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain
All good soldiers
all good soldiers fall in line
when they march and shout-
are a spectacle
marching and singing-
will go abnywhere the president says-
because the president believes in god-
like all good soldiers wait like warheads-