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Industry on the mercenary
Military loves the warbath
shape the battle landscape
All join for the grand rape
Moral intentions make a
Excuse the rotting corpse the trenchcoat
Praise the rotting minds the club tie
That sits in towers up in the sky
the clouds, obscure the scarred earth
Discuss manoeuvres, moves for death
Arms profit from the crushed head
Build the towers up on the dead
forms the formal skyline
Tinted windows the sunshine
Such ice cold beauty makes the heart
Five thousand miles away the stink
And here the graveyard to them
The city with laughing tombstones
The profiteers, the warcry
Stir up the for legal slaughter
The living dead who up to them
Who accept authority the them
Work for the corporation napalm
Workers the burning children
On T.V. as they eat their pie
With refusal in minds eye
To see own lives in that cold death
state of wealth upon that lost breath
In the offices of deathplan
Leaders of men work to man
Stocks and shares declare the war
The torture starts behind the locked
Propaganda the big desk
Compose an overture to death
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, foul the air
Their eyes forsake all that they on
the lover from the loved ones
Patriots is a backstep
A cruel around a young neck
They teach our children in the
To a madman on a rostrum
To praise the the dirty works of
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle
To dig own graves in the cold earth
So sad and pointless now to give