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| +Steven Curtis Lance |
May 18, 2005, 10:58 AM
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Shut Up
Guns before butter and bombs before bread The winds of war are blowing us away Intelligence which seems madness instead For them or else against them so they say If you resist them they say you are mad But have you seen the latest news today? Their guns between their legs they seem so glad To strut like barnyard roosters through the earth As if they owned it and there were no God No life after death nor life after birth The peaceful are considered quaint and odd And life is cheap when on the other side The dove lies bleeding and will soon be dead Shut up sit down for a hell of a ride Guns before butter and bombs before bread +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMV |
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