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oh, child, sing, you sing sing for the death that will receive youoh, god, he does not wait oh, god has packed his things and left some time agochildren, raise your hands into the airand form them into fistsand throw your grenades and such everywherei will give you a guni will give you a gun to shoot your brothers downi will give you a gun i will give you a gungo on and shoot your brothers down Aus Songtexte Mania