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Very high they hoist a flag Asking loyalty to it We all take part in that great parade Our eyes are bound with stars and stripes Some said that the world is sick And our justice could heal it Staining with blood the hands of the people But still preaching love They tell you fight! They tell you shoot! Shoot, shoot, shoot Fighting marching guiltless sinners To trade their lives with gold and green No one knows why they have to pay Such a cruel price They tell you fight! They tell you shoot! Shoot, shoot, shoot They tell you fight! They tell you shoot! Shoot, shoot, shoot From Letras Mania