Marching Song

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Little dirty Korean child lying on the floor
Wipe your bloody tarnished face, release me once more.
Atonement for you life; no mercy for the spoils of war.
Castigation for moaning pleas, get up you brown faced whore.

I love you, now what are you going to do?
I love you, don't you know it's true?

Your father's dead and you mom next door, your brother's child is lost.
These tragic expansionist war games we play, now you know the cost.
Fatherless virgins and cursed mutilations lament your life before;
Castigation for moaning pleas, get up you brown faced whore.

Repent your nations's deeds with use, submit yourself with will
Red slanted eyes and painful cries, boys to receive their fill.
Atonement for you life; no mercy for the spoils of war.
Castigation for moaning pleas, get up you brown faced whore.

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