Nine Out Of Ten Songtext
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All hear the man who speaks, he knows much more than you
A guilty conscience that he'll feel his whole life through
And though the years have passed, his goal is still the same
To create conflict & to fan the devils flames
And after all the minions haven't learned to fight
He sends them out to be killed under foreign skies
So do thy bidding & the future's all planned out
You'll be a statistic in Satan's bodycount
Oil, Land
A guilty conscience that he'll feel his whole life through
And though the years have passed, his goal is still the same
To create conflict & to fan the devils flames
And after all the minions haven't learned to fight
He sends them out to be killed under foreign skies
So do thy bidding & the future's all planned out
You'll be a statistic in Satan's bodycount
Oil, Land
Changes hands
Nine times of Ten we're in the wrong
We are the chorus to deaths song
Where there's no work there is a feeling of despair
An ideal hunting ground for those who just don't care
Recruit the young to do the killing for the old
Cut out your tongue & never speak of what was sold
Inside the hurt, inside the pain, inside the guilt
Inside the brain there is a part that wanes & wilts
The power of the gun is always on your side
There is nowhere to run, nowhere that you can hide
Nine times of Ten we're in the wrong
We are the chorus to deaths song
Where there's no work there is a feeling of despair
An ideal hunting ground for those who just don't care
Recruit the young to do the killing for the old
Cut out your tongue & never speak of what was sold
Inside the hurt, inside the pain, inside the guilt
Inside the brain there is a part that wanes & wilts
The power of the gun is always on your side
There is nowhere to run, nowhere that you can hide
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