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one, two, three, four

daddy, daddy, please, no more

do you love me? I love you

but my dreams are not so good

when I dream of you

lying face down in a pond

with a rusted bullet in your head

when I see you in my dreams

I know that you are dead

your life is so very hectic and scary

while mine is electric and merry

all the things you've been through

all the torture you've had to face

all for the American suicidal race

daddy, daddy, must this go on

It's also unfair

its just a put on

why do they run you like a puppet on a string

do they enjoy moving the strings to make you dance

It's not fair for someone with your skill

living just to kill

one, two, three, four

daddy, daddy,

please

no more...........

(written Jan 12,1984)