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Lying down in the barrcks is a man

gone into himself he`s the son of Uncle Sam

submerged obligations in a big jug of beer

fine malt, liquor, no fear

rude awakened wwoden shrapnel in the rrom

that chunk of led is gonna hit me prety soon

flying past him it begins adressing him

get up, unfold, your sin

wake up, wake up

everybody`s going for the raging war

I can see you, I can see you in end

dancing on the thin red line

the wicked schemers start to forge their master plan

in the great white keep with Uncle Sam

when the splinters from the bullet hits their skin

hey you, repent, your sin

wake up, wake up

you`re sending everybody to the raging war

I wanna see you, wanna see you in the end

walking out the thin red line

wake up, wake up everyboy`s going for the raging war

I can see you, I can see you in the end

dancing out the thin red line