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Thank God for the women.
"Lysistrata" by Todd Rundren
Lysistrata, open up the bedroom door What is the matter, ain't you in love with me no more? I enlisted in the army today, One more time before I march away Make me feel like a big strong man You say you don't care about my pride, You love me too much just to let me die, And you won't let me come inside unless I don't go to war no more
Lysistrata, little boys like to have their fun, And you know I gotta put on my colors and get my gun Every able bodied man that I know, every patriot is packed to go Won't you give me a last goodbye I'll be sent off to a distant land, to spill my blood upon some foreign sand, And I may die by an enemy's hand And then I won't go to war no more
Send the boys all back to the farm Tell the troops it was a false alarm, 'Cause if I die I want to be in your arms, And so I won't go to war, no I won't go to war, said I won't go to war no more
From the seminal Reagan-era album, "Swing to the Right"
NGU.
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