Now You've Got Something to Die For

Now you've got something to die for
 Now you've got something to die for
 Infidel
 Imperial
 Lust for blood, a blind crusade
 Apocalyptic, we count the days
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 Bombs to set the people free
 Blood to feed the dollar tree
 Flags for coffins on the screen
 Oil for the machine
 Army of liberation
 Gunpoint indoctrination
 The fires of sedition
 Fulfill the prophecy
 Now you've got something to die for
 Now you've got something to die for
 Send the children to the fire
 Sons and daughters stack the pyre
 Stoke the flame of the empire
 Live to lie another day
 Face of hypocrisy
 Raping democracy
 Apocalyptic
 We count the days
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 Oh
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 We'll never get out of this hole
 Until we've dug our own grave
 And drug the rest down with us
 The burning home of the brave
 Burn
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 Now you've got something to die for
 Now you've got something to die
 For