And we've all got sick with our cooler than thou Holier than shit attitudes Still the war goes on just drop the bomb There's nothing left to lose There's a bullet in this gun so you've got till The count of one before they shoot Let's get a disease there's nothing better to do So we'll give it to you and then do as we please We'll move to mars buy big fast cars Then spread with ease 'cos this gun's pointing at you So you've only got till two before they shoot
Still the rhythm goes x3
Let's start a war where lots of people get killed We destroy the world there's nothing left no more Rid the earth of a race right off it's face just say we're bored 'cos if that gun's pointing a me Then you've only got till three before they shoot
Let's invent a drug yeah That's addictive quick makes you sick with an instant hug We'll sell it to kids who'll flip their lids then total crook You don't get to the count of four They don't do that anymore before they shoot
Still the rhythm goes x2 Still the rhythm goes on
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