Lying down in the barrcks is a man
gone into himself he`s the son of Uncle Sam
submerged obligations in a big jug of beer
fine malt, liquor, no fear

rude awakened wwoden shrapnel in the rrom
that chunk of led is gonna hit me prety soon
flying past him it begins adressing him
get up, unfold, your sin

wake up, wake up
everybody`s going for the raging war
I can see you, I can see you in end
dancing on the thin red line

the wicked schemers start to forge their master plan
in the great white keep with Uncle Sam
when the splinters from the bullet hits their skin
hey you, repent, your sin

wake up, wake up
you`re sending everybody to the raging war
I wanna see you, wanna see you in the end
walking out the thin red line
wake up, wake up everyboy`s going for the raging war
I can see you, I can see you in the end
dancing out the thin red line

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