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at attention,
Their faces turning red.
The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said:

This is the army, Mister Jones.
No private rooms
at attention,
Their faces turning red.
The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said:

This is the army, Mister Jones.
No private rooms
at attention,
Their faces turning red.
The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said:

This is the army, Mister Jones.
No private rooms
at attention,
Their faces turning red.
The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said:

This is the army, Mister Jones.
No private rooms
at attention,
Their faces turning red.
The sergeant looked them over and this is what he said:

This is the army, Mister Jones.
No private rooms
of angels
Like an army of angels
Like an army of angels

Hey hey
If hate is poison then loves the cure
And it’s you that drives the demons from my door
When
turning red
The sergeant looked us over and this is what he said:

This is the Army, Mister Jones
No private rooms or telephones
You had your breakfast
The Army this, the Army that
Is all we heard from where we sat
Now how about a cheer for the Navy?
The Army's great, the Army's tough

But don't
wrote it from the heart
I'm not sure how to end it

I wonder where have you been?
Will I see you again
I give the globe another spin
All this time
a soldier, in the army, of Uncle Jam
Come on and work out in that foxhole.
Ain't no need to get dirty, but you can get down
This is the army with
march)

There is an army that is marching onto victory the Captain is a man from Galilee
They've all been saved and their souls set free by the blood
now is like watching a fish on dry land.
I only wish you could see me down in the islands, mister that's my home.
What a fool I was to leave the only
part of the game is this? 
If we were in the islands, I would fry your whole tribe 
Sicilian style while add enough break wide 
As I come back with
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods

My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By
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Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
Cuban army
got no...roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'cause it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army
of the powerful
I hunger for it
It just keeps me alive

I met the dragon
In a cave by the mountain
Now I bring the evidence
The beast is alive

This
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Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
Cuban army
(Che:)
Can we assume then that you'll quit?
Is this because of your involvement with Colonel Peron?

(Heavies:)
Goodnight and thank you

(Army
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Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
Cuban army surplus
Come up from the gallows
Conjured my demons appear
Summoned to my cast,prey this deadly mass
Takin by the fire you fail

The world became a vast
march

There is an army that is marching onto victory
The Captain is a man from Galilee
They've all been saved and their souls set free
By the blood
and let freedom ring

There was a tyrant strong and mighty
And he built his self a wall
He said, "This wall's gonna stand forever
No power on Earth is
focus is unrestrained
My army is trained, you never find us beefin' in vain
Cause I've seen fire and I've seen rain
You claim fame, while modest niggas
stand up to charge
And rise from the flames

This is the time for vengeance, now their end is near
We strike with hateful power, we have no fear
We