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Industry on the mercenary bloodpath,<br />Military loves the gory warbath,<br />Economics shape the battle landscape,<br />All join together for the grand rape.<br />Moral intentions make a scapegoat,<br />Excuse the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat.<br />Praise the rotting minds above the club tie<br />That sits in towers up in the blue sky,<br />Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth,<br />Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death,<br />Arms make profit from the crushed head,<br />Build the towers up on the ditch head.<br />Betrayal forms the formal skyline,<br />Tinted windows catch the sunshine,<br />Such ice cold beauty makes the heart sink,<br />Five thousand miles away the dead stink.<br />And here the graveyard to insult them,<br />The city shines with laughing tombstones.<br />The profiteers, the warcry butchers,<br />Stir up the lust for legal slaughter.<br />The living dead who look up to them,<br />Who accept authority that kills them,<br />Work for the corporation making napalm,<br />Workers watch the burning children on T.V.<br />As they eat their meat pie<br />With refusal in their minds<br />Eye to see their own lives in that cold death,<br />Their state of wealth upon that lost breath.<br />In the official offices of deathplan<br />Leaders of men work to betray man.<br />Stocks and shares declare the next war,<br />The torture starts behind the locked door,<br />Propaganda tops the big desk.<br />Compose an overture to fine death.<br />The hideous grey men of our nightmares<br />Dim the colour, foul the clean air,<br />Their eyes forsake all that they dwell on,<br />Drag the lover from the loved ones.<br />Patriots progress is a backstep,<br />A cruel noose around a young neck.<br />They teach our children in the classroom<br />To respect a madman on a rostrum,<br />To praise the dirty works of battle,<br />Bring out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,<br />To dig their own graves in the cold earth...<br />So sad and pointless now to give birth.
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Industry on the mercenary bloodpath,<br />Military loves the gory warbath,<br />Economics shape the battle landscape,<br />All join together for the grand rape.<br />Moral intentions make a scapegoat,<br />Excuse the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat.<br />Praise the rotting minds above the club tie<br />That sits in towers up in the blue sky,<br />Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth,<br />Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death,<br />Arms make profit from the crushed head,<br />Build the towers up on the ditch head.<br />Betrayal forms the formal skyline,<br />Tinted windows catch the sunshine,<br />Such ice cold beauty makes the heart sink,<br />Five thousand miles away the dead stink.<br />And here the graveyard to insult them,<br />The city shines with laughing tombstones.<br />The profiteers, the warcry butchers,<br />Stir up the lust for legal slaughter.<br />The living dead who look up to them,<br />Who accept authority that kills them,<br />Work for the corporation making napalm,<br />Workers watch the burning children on T.V.<br />As they eat their meat pie<br />With refusal in their minds<br />Eye to see their own lives in that cold death,<br />Their state of wealth upon that lost breath.<br />In the official offices of deathplan<br />Leaders of men work to betray man.<br />Stocks and shares declare the next war,<br />The torture starts behind the locked door,<br />Propaganda tops the big desk.<br />Compose an overture to fine death.<br />The hideous grey men of our nightmares<br />Dim the colour, foul the clean air,<br />Their eyes forsake all that they dwell on,<br />Drag the lover from the loved ones.<br />Patriots progress is a backstep,<br />A cruel noose around a young neck.<br />They teach our children in the classroom<br />To respect a madman on a rostrum,<br />To praise the dirty works of battle,<br />Bring out the ribbon, balloon and rattle,<br />To dig their own graves in the cold earth...<br />So sad and pointless now to give birth.
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