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Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?[x4]They’re all gonna get it in the end[x4]Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?The rhymes that I rockI gotta rap for IraqTaking up the slack till the troops come backInside Iraq with a helmet for a hatMachine Guns gunningRegime starts runningIt seems I’m done andSeems so stunningSee a man shooting at meHe a man just like meWith a fam just like meDon’t understand why he dislike me?Then again, he could be my friendAnd deep in the kin with the same color skinIt doesn’t matter whose side you chooseCause in the end we’re all gonna loseOh well, WAR is hellJust another CRAZY war story to tell, yellSongtexte[Chorus]Bullets flying (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)People dying (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)Bombs keep dropping (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)On our children (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)Bullets flying(They’re all gonna get it in the end)People dying(They’re all gonna get it in the end)Bombs keep dropping(They’re all gonna get it in the end)On our children(They’re all gonna get it in the end)Mama, Mama, they’re taking me awayThey ain’t trying to hear what Jimmy gotta sayPapa, Papa, I’m trying to be a manIn a foreign land with a machine gun in my handPolitics and this is what I getPresidents and this is what I getDelegates and this is what I getI wanna represent, but it is making me sickThey say that they feel for meBut their reality, isn’t real for meFor democracy, they say steal for meGive me a gun and say kill for meI’m insane you insane who sane who sane we’re insaneOh, well, war, is hellJust another crazy war story to tell, yell[Chorus]Bullets flying (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)People dying (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)Bombs keep dropping (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)On our children (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)Bullets flying(They’re all gonna get it in the end)People dying(They’re all gonna get it in the end)Bombs keep dropping(They’re all gonna get it in the end)On our children(They’re all gonna get it in the end)(MONOLOGUE)I was the third desk over on the thirteenth floor,When blood and fuel leveled down my door.You could have watched me freefall and screamed and burnedBut you watched and learnedI was on the thirteenth row, of flight 13,Sitting, sweating, waiting to be slammedUnmercifully into the side of my destinyI am the 13th brick on the pyramid on the dollar billI am the 3rd story from the sunThe 3rd bullet shot from my gun, from the 13th regiment, in the 3rd platoonBut now I come back with 3 fingers,But I really only need one to tell you how I feelBullets flying People dying Bombs keep dropping On our children Bullets flying(They’re all gonna get it in the end)People dying(They’re all gonna get it in the end)Bombs keep dropping(They’re all gonna get it in the end)On our children(They’re all gonna get it in the end)They’re all gonna get it in the end... Aus Songtexte Mania