War, pestilence, and famine.
Don't you hear your mothers crying
"Why couldn't my son ever be good be good be good like everyone else's son?"
But mama everybody else's son is dying
When you make your life in the fogs of war
Nobody is gonna be there when you crumble
When you make your life in the fogs of war
Nobody will ever see you stumble
Lucifer hardly made his mother proud
He never listened to her advice no no
"Son, you'd best good be good be good like everyone else's son"
Yeah mama but everyother soon is gonna die
When you make your life in the fogs of war
Nobody is gonna be there when you crumble
When you make your life in the fogs of war
Nobody will ever see you stumble
But did I say that was a good thing?
But did I say that was a good thing?
But did I say that was a good thing?
No no no...
When you make your life in the fogs of war
Nobody is gonna be there when you crumble
When you make your life in the fogs of war
Nobody will ever see you stumble
But did I say that was a good thing?
But did I say that was a good thing?
But did I say that was a good thing?
No no no
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