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With a long range weapon or suicide bomberWicked mind is a weapon of mass destructionWhether you're stowaway's son o
r BBC 1Dis-information is a weapon of mass destructionYou could a caucasian or a poor asianRacism is a weapon of mass destr
uctionWhether inflation or globalisationFear is a weapon of mass destructionMy dad came into my room, holdin his hatI kne
w he was leavin', he saton my bed, told me some facts,sonI have a duty, callin on meYou and your sister bebrave my little
soldier,and don't forget all i told yaYour the mister of the house now remember thisAnd when you wake up in the morning giv
e ya momma a kiss,then I had to say goodbyeIn the morning i woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,Even though im only a kid
,certain things can't be hidMomma grabbed me, held me like i was made of gold,but left her in the story untoldI said, momma
it will be allright,when daddy comes home, tonightWith a long range weapon or suicide bomberWicked mind is a weapon of mas
s destructionWhether you're stowaway's son or BBC 1Dis-information is a weapon of mass destructionYou could a caucasian or
a poor asianRacism is a weapon of mass destructionWhether inflation or globalisationFear is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether Haliburton, Enron or anyoneGreed is a weapon of mass destructionWe need to find courage, overcomeInaction is a weap
on of mass destructionInaction is a weapon of mass destructionInaction is a weapon of mass destructionMy story stops here,
lets be clearthis scenario is happenin everywhereand you ain't go