Wounded World Songtext

von Mission of Burma

I'm a puppet, you're a puppet too
A dancing fool, jiggle me at my joints
Once you were on my side
But I will make you wish that I had died
I had died
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Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah
The machines we have built for the end

Another year, another friend or foe
Burn their cities, scorch the earth below
The times have changed and so too have our needs
This time it's you on which the fire feeds
Fire feeds
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If you laugh at my jokes you will pay for it, oh yeah
When your friends are enemies, you'll be sold

Thanks for all of your help and perfection, oh yeah
The machines we have built for the end

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