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O Bomb a Nation
Oh, give me a home
Where no Taliban roam.
Where the girls and the women are safe
Where seldom is heard
A disparaging word
And our babies are fed every day.
Home, home on the range
Where the goats and the chinkara play
Where seldom is heard
A disparaging word
And the skies see no bombers all day.
How often at night
As we huddle in fright
Do the men with their guns come to stay
They sleep in our beds
And fill us with lead
Then we dodge Whiskey Pete the next day.
Chorus
Oh, give me a land
Where corporations are banned
Where our waters run free and clear
Where our lakes are not fried
By the tailings of mines
Where the fish swim abundantly near.
Chorus
