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by Schaefer

War's great organ shakes the sky

No one seems to care

Can you look them in the eye?

With a twelve-mile stare

Son, he writes home to mother

His pen's ink filled with fright

Gunfire, he takes cover

This is what he writes

Chorus:

Fire! Beast! War!

Cower! Fear-thrown Mother

Do not cry or war is kind

Terror filled them blastin' guns and streets of fire

Innocent soul gone without a trace

Sound of hell reigns near

Duck! Dive! Cower in fear!

There's no escaping from this

Chorus

GO!

Uneasy, quiet now

Too scared to lift a brow

darkness of night it covers me Feeling of freedom bright

In a bag zipped up tight

And you thought war was kind

Chorus x 2