Oh, oh
Oh, oh
When I was younger, I thought
That to kill or be killed
Was a thing to be proud of
Victim of chance, prisoner of hope
Hanged by the neck on the end of a rope
I don't know...i don't care...
Oh, one of the damned
Uh, oh part of the plan
Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more
Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more
Now taking both sides at a time, on the front line
You can join in the fear, share in the bloodshed
Investing your money in guns, the infinite fun
Of the warlord you saved from a rusty grave
Oh, one of the damned
Uh, oh part of the plan
Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more
Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more
Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They'll howl and cry for more
Cry oh-oh-oh, the gods of war
They howl and cry for more
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
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