We shoot the sick, the young, the lame We
do our best to kill and maim Because
the kills all count the same Napalm sticks
to kids
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doing what they please Dropping frags
on refugees Napalm sticks to kids
Drop some napalm on a farm It won't
do too much harm Just burn off their
legs and arms Napalm sticks to kids
Gather kids as you fly over town By
tossing candy on the ground Then grease
'em
when they gather 'round Napalm
sticks to kids
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