Rolling news on the state of the mind,
Of a lunatic out of control,
Who would have thought we could be so blind,
Not to see this was always the goal,
Giving birth to the mother of wars,
So the world will be burning again,
For shame on a bear that soaked its paws,
In the blood from the heart of Ukraine.
Some things you beat by closing the bank,
And others you defeat with a gun,
So when you stand in front of a tank,
Better hope that you chose the right one,
When good men are idle evil thrives,
So be sure that whatever you do,
You don't just wait till none are alive,
Don't give up on the yellow and blue.
Of a lunatic out of control,
Who would have thought we could be so blind,
Not to see this was always the goal,
Giving birth to the mother of wars,
So the world will be burning again,
For shame on a bear that soaked its paws,
In the blood from the heart of Ukraine.
Some things you beat by closing the bank,
And others you defeat with a gun,
So when you stand in front of a tank,
Better hope that you chose the right one,
When good men are idle evil thrives,
So be sure that whatever you do,
You don't just wait till none are alive,
Don't give up on the yellow and blue.
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