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They are coming They are near Left right left right They are here Whatever life have I acquired Set it all, set it all on fire Just for a chance to see the front line War of the poor being led by our kind This situation is getting dire At them I cannot truly smile Fully loaded oppositions Overflowing with opinions Socialist or democrat Alike in every wicked and vicious knack If either beats me up with a bat If either stabs me in my back It's the same to me really Both inhabiting opposite sides of war trenches But will it make a difference, will it When I smell death and all kinds of stenches Behind a barricade this is a cry for help Don't help a brother help yourself