I want your body. I want your brains. I want your soul – brother – on a thirsty desert plain or maybe even in the jungle, face down in a lagoon. Or eternal fire with your best friends, if there’s any room. Nobody wants you but we want you. Just when you think you’ve had enough, here comes more death from up above.
“We can’t go home ‘til we know we’re gonna win”
“We’re gonna win!”
Nobody wants you. But we want you.
“We can’t go home ‘til we know we’re gonna win”
“We’re gonna win!”
Nobody wants you. But we want you.
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