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Industry on the mercenary
Military loves the gory
Economics shape the battle
All together for the grand rape
intentions make a scapegoat
Excuse the corpse inside the trenchcoat
Praise the rotting above the club tie
That sits in towers up in the sky
Above the clouds, obscure the earth
Discuss manoeuvres, for more death
Arms make profit from the crushed
Build the up on the ditch dead
Betrayal forms the formal
Tinted catch the sunshine
Such ice beauty makes the heart sink
Five thousand miles the dead stink
And here the graveyard to insult
The city with laughing tombstones
The profiteers, the warcry
Stir up the lust for slaughter
The living dead who up to them
Who accept the kills them
Work for the corporation napalm
Workers watch the children
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 that breath
In the official offices of
Leaders of men work to man
Stocks and shares the next war
The torture behind the locked door
Propaganda the big desk
Compose an overture to fine
The grey men of our nightmares
Dim the colour, foul the air
Their eyes forsake all that dwell on
Drag the lover the loved ones
Patriots progress is a
A cruel noose around a young
They teach our in the classroom
To a madman on a rostrum
To praise the the works of battle
Bring out the ribbon, balloon and
To dig their own graves in the cold
So sad and pointless now to give