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Lyricist: HÃ¥vard Rem
Lyrics:
As you pour yourself a scotchCrush a roach or check your watchAs your hands adjust your tiepeople dieIn the towns with funny namesHit by bullets, caught in flamesBy and large not knowing whypeople dieAnd in small places you don't know o fYet big for having no chance to screamOr say good-byepeople dieChorus: La, la... Let me knowPeople die as you electNew apostles of neglect, self restraintWhereby people dieToo far off to practice loveFor thy neighbour, brother SlavWhere your cherubs dread to flypeople dieChorus...While the statues disagreeCain's version, history for its fuelTends to buyThose who dieAs you watch the athletes scoreOr check your latest statementOr sing your child a lullabypeople dieTime, whose s harp, bloodthirsty quillParts the killed from those who killWill pronounce the latter tribeAs your typeChorus
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