Original lyrics

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War is coming Coming for your sons War is coming Coming for your song I stepped into the TV room Through a shadow hard and green To my surprise, I saw two dead eyes Staring right back through the screen War is coming Coming for your sons War is coming Coming for your song I've got two tattoos To prevent my chosen fate And even now every time I salute My right hand reads simply hate (hey!) War is coming Coming for your sons War is coming Coming for your song I was just a farmer once With my ropes tied to my knees Lived in awe with the fat of the land And did whatever I pleased I got my ticket man into town Shipped down to New Orleans My brother called me on the telephone And said: Man [?] coming War is coming Coming for your sons War is coming Coming for your song War is coming Coming for your sons War is coming Coming for your song