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Just the other day I heard the newsman say Enemy missiles fired And coming out our way Will we all be told Just who the hell we are Where we take our ships Of trade to port calls very far CHORUS Beyond the line of death He says he'll get you If you dare defy him To laugh at his orders Cross over the line So three ships went down And all there hands were lost If he's gonna spit on us He's gotta pay the cost You angry little madman Whith fist raised to the sky Your people just like sheep They follow never wonder why Blood and death his calling cards They seem as though the answer Spreading through this world And growing like a cancer His mind must be tormented Rotting yet alive Terrorism tactics When will we draw the line CHORUS How many times must we die In the name of peace Now we all know The time is running short And the devil sees The world as his whore If you see a psychopath with a loaded gun Killing all your neighbors Will you stand or run Just the other day I heard the newsman say Enemy missiles fired And commin out our way CHORUS