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| Clutched within the fist Of dear old Uncle Sam At his every beck and call To the slaughter comes the lamb To the slaughter comes the lamb Hands that stretch and meet Across the bloodstained sea Words of friendship whispered And we still think we are free We still think we are free Hear the roar of the fighter planes Scream through our ears Reflections of our nightmares They hold back the fears See the lines of the vapour trails Criss cross the skies Like a web they cover us We are the beguiled Why do we place our trust In the teachings of the old The East hates the West Or so that we are told And so that we are toldState number fifty three Another storm another scream Entertainment USA The all American dream The all American dream Hear the roar of the fighter planes Scream through our ears Reflections of our nightmares They hold back the fears See the lines of the vapour trails Criss cross the skies Like a web they cover us We are the beguiled [Instrumental section] Clutched within the fist Of dear old Uncle Sam At his every beck and call To the slaughter comes the lamb To the slaughter comes the lamb State number fifty three Another storm another scream Entertainment USA The all American dream The all American dream Hear the roar of the fighter planes Scream through our ears Reflections of our nightmares They hold back the fears See the lines of the vapour trails Criss cross the skies Like a web they cover us We are the beguiled We are the beguiled We are the beguiled |
