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The revolutions like a spark from a flaming torch; Scum in stealth take all their wealth and quickly go abroad. Many rebels lose their blood in this gory purge; Hey, kid, whats your business here So you can draw your lot; Now you go, now you go, now you, now you, now you Chorus: Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth; Filling the strong box of the rich with your bones; Being a new promotion for an army big cheese; Rotting quietly in a ditch with no stone. Or it could be like: Like a melon seed being shoot out from the teeth; Being a number in the execution list; Being a stupid fool in your grandsons memory; Being a gravestone breathing in the timeless mist. And then all the people youve fought for will piss on your grave happily, as theyll be stunned by TV. The generation of the dads doesnt want to die; They eat up their own old men and suffocate their sons; They abuse their little girls and break the family tie, Dreaming to destroy the life and my little ones Now I go, now I go, n