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Murderers

In every slaughterhouse, every holocaust and war
There are some who choose to serve
But you have to get by, and we all of us die
And if not you, it would be someone else
So you tell yourself
Murderers

And both the spectators and the ones who look away
However much they disapprove
When they lie down to sleep, do their best to believe
There was nothing at all that anyone could do

But every slaughterhouse, every holocaust and war
Demands the peace of millions more
Wring your hands or applaud
Every blow you let fall
You’re accomplices all
Murderers