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Industry on the mercenary
Military loves the warbath
shape the battle landscape
All join together for the grand
Moral make a scapegoat
Excuse the rotting corpse inside the
Praise the rotting above the club tie
sits in towers up in the blue sky
Above the clouds, the scarred earth
manoeuvres, moves for more death
Arms profit from the crushed head
Build the up on the ditch dead
Betrayal forms the skyline
Tinted windows the sunshine
ice cold beauty makes the heart sink
Five miles away the dead stink
And here the to insult them
The city shines with laughing
The profiteers, the warcry
Stir up the lust for legal
The living who look up to them
Who accept the kills them
Work for the making napalm
Workers the burning children
On T.V. as they eat their pie
With refusal in their eye
To see own lives in that cold death
Their state of wealth 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 door
tops the big desk
Compose an overture to death
The hideous grey men of our
Dim the colour, foul the air
Their eyes all that they dwell on
Drag the lover the loved ones
Patriots is a backstep
A cruel noose around a young
They teach our children in the
To a madman on a rostrum
To praise the the dirty of battle
Bring out the ribbon, and rattle
To dig their own in the cold earth
So sad and pointless now to birth