Army
Left, Right, Left , Right,
They march down the dirt road.
Left, Right, Left , Right,
They head to potect the old.
Left, Right, Left , Right,
The lost, borken and cold.
Left, Right, Left , Right,
Those whoes rights are Sold.
Left, Right, Left , Right,
To protect all young and old.
Left, Right, Left , Right,
They work hard for no gold.
Left, Right, Left , Right,
Nothing in return for their Halo.
Left, Right, Left , Right,
In heaven on our side the Army God made to protect us,
God made us Gold.
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