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Industry on the mercenary
Military loves the warbath
Economics the battle landscape
All join for the grand rape
intentions make a scapegoat
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat
Praise the rotting above the club tie
That in towers up in the blue sky
Above the clouds, obscure the earth
Discuss manoeuvres, for more death
Arms make profit the crushed head
Build the towers up on the ditch
Betrayal forms the skyline
Tinted windows catch the
Such ice cold beauty makes the sink
Five thousand miles away the dead
And the graveyard to insult them
The city shines laughing tombstones
The profiteers, the warcry
Stir up the lust for legal
The dead who look up to them
Who authority the kills them
Work for the corporation making
Workers watch the burning
On T.V. as they eat meat pie
With in their minds eye
To see own lives in that cold death
Their state of wealth upon lost breath
In the official of deathplan
Leaders of men work to man
and shares declare the next 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, the clean air
Their eyes forsake all that they on
Drag the lover the loved ones
Patriots progress is a
A cruel noose a young neck
They our children in the classroom
To respect a on a rostrum
To praise the the works of battle
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle
To dig their own graves in the cold
So sad and pointless now to birth