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Please, take a seatI'm quite aware of the rituals that you keepTake a vow for your friendsI'm sure they would've liked to have seen the endMake them proud, make them proudBy running and putting your face back in the crowdThink of her kissHow long has it been since she touched you on the lips?Now, millions deadRobbed of the chance to kiss their children's headsA battlefield of captain tripsA thousand flies descend to taste the sick and the deadHere! Rest your feet!Remove yourself from the dangers found in the streetYou've got your soldiers sent to deathMaking sure you don't get your fingers wetHypocrite! Aus Songtexte Mania