Grumpy Lyrics

We are born in World War Three born with a shotgun born
with greed world war world war this is a fight this is
fight number three an S.O.S. for when I grow up it's kids
like you that make me love me children's cries to cheer you on kings and queens step aside twin needs to rest its
arms for aid against the enemy for the help of man is
worthless with Christ he will trample down and he will
trample down all of our enemies rush

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