Lordy, lordy, with your bloody wings
Send down a bomb at us till your chest swings
Send down a freaking pest,
poor man we will not rest
We want another war,
something to fight for
We'll fight segregation,
we'll fight the black
We'll fight the yellow race,
the red,
tan,
tan,
black
We want to hold a gun and shoot,
that's what we work for
We want to hold a gun and shoot,
that's what we work for
We'll fight,
and all we got to do is
think we're right
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