Moya lyrics by The Cult. The kids of the Coca-Cola nation Are too doped up to realise That time is running out Nagasaki's crying out The doomwatch says it's...
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The kids of the Coca-Cola nation
Are too doped up to realise
That time is running out
Nagasaki's crying out
The doomwatch says it's time
To give back what you took away
Uncle Sam meets the reaper
Wounded Knee over again
Kasota, Kasota annihilation
Of a nation, of our nation
Of a world population
Of the Indian nation
Paha Sapa, Goodbye
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