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Enter, tanks, from blue skies above Raining down terror on all that you loved Majestic hills that roll, under tank treads Are painted with puddles from the recently dead Coalitions set up to reign New conditions, new thoughts to train Mass solution, we must confide Is mustard gas, with your ass on rye Armor divisions, impervious pain Religious collusion, new gods ordained Mighty contusion, scarring the land Dictated aggression, dictated man Napalm cocktails, served up hot Claymore showers, soothe your guts The re-conditioned, show no alarm We re-conditioned them with our smart bombs

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