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Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Baaa
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Baaa
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Baaa
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Baa

It's war, she said,
As she turned on the T.V set
Tuned in, through the snow
To the nightly news reel show
Where a voice confirmed our fears
As she stifled back the tears
And declared she'd watched the highlights
On T.V!

Count to three, I'll be back home soon
Count to three...

What gods are these?
To justify these deeds
Not mine, I'm sure
Could this really be the cure?
They'll be dancing in the streets
And kissing our boys' feets
Till blood begins to flow
On your breakfast T.V show

We flew for hours

And we all took communal showers
And we wondered at the heat
As our boots melted to our feet

And I donned my armored vest
Walked out with all the rest
Straight into what I thought must be
A dream!

Count to three, I'll be back home soon
Count to three...

What gods are these?
To justify these deeds
Not mine, I'm sure
Could this really be the cure?
They'll be dancing in the streets
And kissing our boys' feets
Till love begins to flow
On your breakfast T.V show

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Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Baaa
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Baaa
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Baa