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(Hans York / T. Armstrong)
Wake up, wake up
Wake my girls every morning
Stand em up, Stand em up
Put their warm clothes on tight
Feed em well, feed em well
Hope the food keeps em healthy
Send em off, send em off
To get the news of the world
And I ought to know it
Wont change for my girls
But my daughters will grow in
Another world
Yet were not the only ones
Suffered through cause
To raise up their motives
Above other laws
But I hold through it all
A belief in our land
Hold on to the spirit of the d*mned
Lift it up, lift it up
Lift the flag to its station
Separate, separate
We are not of their kind
Send em off, send em off
Men and women to fight
The numbness were facing
Passes through crowds
The patterns were chasing
Arent allowed
Yet were not
Dresden, Panama,
London and Paris
Hiroshima, Netherlands,
Cambodia, New York
And I ought to know it
Wont change for my girls
My daughters will grow in
Another world