You elect a tool to play the fool,
but then you want t and stop then,
but a maniac is a manic,
no matter how you suck then.

Well the union flag never looked so sad,
and now you wanted to burn it,
well the stars and stripes never looked so ripped,
a credit to your country.

And these are the days,
when the promise is made,
all the plans that you laid,
will follow you to the grave.

Bringers,
they are the bringers,
the bringers of war.

Bringers,
they are the bringers,
the bringers of war.

And I thought you swear you'd
never be that hoar,
to sell out on your country,
and it's clear to me that you're the enemy,
another power junkie.

Ya you're like an open sore
a corrupted spore and you've crossed
the line this time,
it's clear to see your hypocrisy,
a walking bag of slime!

For these are the days,
when the promise is made,
all the plans that you laid,
will follow you to the grave.

Bringers,
they are the bringers,
the bringers of war.

Bringers,
they are the bringers,
the bringers of war.

They're blood is on your hand!

They are the bringers,
they are the bringers,
the bringers of war.

Bringers,
they are the bringers,
the bringers of war.

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