Vendetta by White Heart
Count the locks upon your door; guess Beaver doesn't
live here anymore,
A gun for me, a gun for you - now they're killing
people for their tennis shoes.
Young and old share the fear,
A violent streak is running everywhere,
Ooh, it's hard to say how it got this way.
Feel the anger burning: holy anger rising up in you,
What should we do?
Vendetta against the raging world,
Vendetta against the lies we've heard,
Vendetta led by love, not hate - it's the only way the
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