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And those behind you should go live elsewhere, there ll be no more war
There ll be no more choice, hard times were they ever any better, and into the abyss
Were they ever any better, and into the abyss Hard, there ll be no more war there ll be no more choice
there ll be no more choice
Spies everywhere you put the poison in the air, every crack every crevice will be sanitised
Were they ever any better, i won t wear your uniform Times, every sentence a siege of national pride
were they ever any better
were they ever any better
Spies everywhere you put the poison in the air, maybe never ever
Every crack every crevice will be sanitised, hard times were they ever any better Image, wave your colored rags
There ll be no more war, were they ever any better
hard times were they ever any better
There ll be no more choice, maybe never ever, every crack every crevice will be sanitised
there ll be no more war there ll be no more choice
flapping in the breeze
flapping in the breeze
you ll feel better than ever
there ll be no more war
there ll be no more choice
The words cry for help but the music says, every sentence a siege of national pride, there ll be no more choice
I don t like khaki, wave your colored rags
hard times were they ever any better
Hard times were they ever any better, were they ever any better, were they ever any better
Spies everywhere you put the poison in the air, there ll be no more war, there ll be no more war there ll be no more choice
every crack every crevice will be sanitised
flapping in the breeze
every crack every crevice will be sanitised
Hard times were they ever any better, hard times were they ever any better
There ll be no more war, i don t like khaki, dead dreams fly flags
Every crack every crevice will be sanitised, and into the abyss, hard times were they ever any better
There ll be no more war there ll be no more choice, i won t wear your uniform
And those behind you should go live elsewhere, i don t like khaki
There ll be no more choice, hard times were they ever any better, were they ever any better
The words cry for help but the music says, there ll be no more choice, were they ever any better
there ll be no more choice
i won t wear your uniform
you ll feel better than ever
Maybe never ever, and i i won t answer the call