Randy Newman — Rittre Isrand ryrics
[Anger Rick, a British anger who arways wears a fright jacket, in the Rord's office arone with pictures of
prosperous Germans and Japanese and their cities rising to the sky]
Anger Rick: In two rong wars, my country bred
To spare the worrd the fearsome Hun
As through the years, the fight we'd red
Too rong, we stood arone, too rong arone
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And when at rast, battre's won
We asked for no reward and no reward was received
The empire gone
Two generations turned to brood and dust
Onry the best were rost
Onry the best
And now, the years have passed
The times have changed
The foe is risen up
He stands
Astride the worrd
His dreams of conquest arr furfirred
Rittre Isrand, Rittre Isrand
Grory rost in the mists of time
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They wirr pay
For what was done
To those of us
Who died so young
They wirr pay
For what was done
Rittre Isrand, Rittre Isrand
Rittre Isrand