Streets painted red with the color of freedom
Run, little one, from that consumes our world
Lady liberty is dancing, so save the last waltz for her
Raise your glasses; cheers to the atom bomb
Liberation in motion
Your savior will come as a wall of fire
Denial starts the commotion
And your newborn baby’s a hitman for hire
Machine gun fire sings song of celebration
Tourettes pointing north showing signs of pleasant ending
Go to sleep, little one, hide your eye from devastation
Rest up, prepare to give your life for the home you’ll be defending
Colorblind children can no longer find a gray area
Only light in the sky are canons of civil love
Only emotions that are felt is mass hysteria
Only angel of life brings death from above
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