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Tin soldiers fought for what we got and now it's lost Spirits of two hundred years gets laundrode in the wash The keepers of the key have lied to you They lied to me, millions died for a colord cloth on a pole knee deep Children fight so buerocrats can have a seat Inflations up the dollars down war means economy Hes digging for the gold he wears a flag upon his sleeve Bible in his hand Lavish the oil in the middle east Ousted, ousted, ousted, ousted Ya dont believe ya dont, it's dungary, it's dungary to talk Ya dont believe it's dungary [unverified] Bloody rag torn to shreds Bloody rag millions dead Bloody rag, a bloody rag