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Oh mothers don't you fear, they ain't gonna drop no bomb over here.
Won't be a bang, won't be a boom, just a TV set in your living room.
It's coming in loud, coming in clear, coming like a freight train through your ear.
What you gonna do, what you gonna say, when they take your boys, take your boys' bones away?

Feeding us lies, preaching us fear, oh my child the end is near.
Now now widows don't you cry you know all God's children one day gotta die.