Where have all the young men gone?
Shot down in their prime every one.
Bullets flying everywhere, gun smoke still lingering in the air.
When will we ever learn?
Mothers left with babies all alone,
Young fathers dead under a cold grave stone.
Good old our republic. To you it’s a way of life to protect and serve,
You believe it’s your right.
Now we want to do the same;
When you speaks we follow in shame.
It’s not about black and white; now it’ a gun
When it used to be a fist fight.
At least before you could walk away,
Live to fight another day.
But the rules have suddenly changed; a gun comes out
In the middle of rage.
Now you know you’ve won the fight
When you’re the last man standing
Alive at the end of the night.
Blood is flowing in down town’s…
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