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With a long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether you're stowaway's son or BBC 1 Dis-information is a weapon of mass destruction You could a caucasian or a poor asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalisation Fear is a weapon of mass destruction My dad came into my room, holdin his hat I knew he was leavin', he sat on my bed, told me some facts, son I have a duty, callin on me You and your sister be brave my little soldier, and don't forget all i told ya Your the mister of the house now remember this And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss, then I had to say goodbye In the morning i woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid, Even though im only a kid, certain things can't be hid Momma grabbed me, held me like i was made of gold, but left her in the story untold I said, momma it will be allright, when daddy comes home, tonight With a long range weapon or suicide bomber Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction Whether you're stowaway's son or BBC 1 Dis-information is a weapon of mass destruction You could a caucasian or a poor asian Racism is a weapon of mass destruction Whether inflation or globalisation Fear is a weapon of mass destruction Whether Haliburton, Enron or anyone Greed is a weapon of mass destruction We need to find courage, overcome Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction My story stops here, lets be clear this scenario is happenin everywhere and you ain't go