Mercenaries, cluster bombs, and the war goes on and on...
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Soldiers for sale or rent, don’t work for any government
Putin can’t find suitable troops
He brought in the Wagner Group
Recruited thugs and thieves from prison cells
Sent to combat, ‘cause, war is hell.
Just a means to an end, my friend, ‘til he’s king of the globe!
Never mind the blood and gore; for special operations,
No one’s keeping score
No laws, they ain’t no fools, don’t follow no UN rules.
You see, all’s fair in love and war, human rights can be ignored
Just a means to an end, my friend, ‘til he’s king of the globe!
Pick any goon from any land,
Give ‘em lethal weapons and cash in hand
For any mission you might name,
And plausibly deny that you’re to blame.
Vlady’s lackeys slay and slaughter
Like when we hired Blackwater
When the crud hit the fan, in Iraq and Afghanistan
Hey, let’s send in cluster bombs; what could possibly go wrong?
Just a means to an end, my friend, ‘til we’re king of the globe!
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