We fight for the right, we fight for a lifestyle.
And in the name of right we kill and maim.
Dress our wounds in a creedo,
what's our healing game?
Our Scholars say its a right of passage,
and under the gridirion lights we play.
In a rite of mutual destruction,
what's our healing game?
We lust for blood in our recreation,
steeped in the violence we play.
Never mind what it is we're teaching,
what's our healing game?
Sometimes I'm at a loss for words,
Sometimes I'm at a loss for words.
Artist: The Frantics
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Artist: N'klabe