| Lyrics: | The sons and brothers, fighting for another cause
Anything to give their lives some
meaning
Busy with their guns and dreaming
Far away from here
Said they would act in
self-defense
And all the others, running 'round so hot and bothered
Anything to give
their lives some meaning
In the evening
Running around with guns and
Said they would
act in self-defense
With violence
Violence
Violence
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The son and brother, when he
gets home
He gives someone some love
And mutters: "Woman, you'll never understand
I
did what I said in self-defense
With violence"
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