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Industry on the mercenary bloodpathMilitary loves the gory warbathEconomics shape the battle landscapeAll join together for the grand rapeMoral intentions make a scapegoatExcuse the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoatPraise the rotting minds above the club tieThat sits in towers up in the blue skyAbove the clouds, obscure the scarred earthDiscuss manoeuvres, moves for more deathArms make profit from the crushed headBuild the towers up on the ditch deadBetrayal forms the formal skylineTinted windows catch the sunshineSuch ice cold beauty makes the heart sinkFive thousand miles away the dead stinkAnd here the graveyard to insult themThe city shines with laughing tombstonesThe profiteers, the warcry butchersStir up the lust for legal slaughterThe living dead who look up to themWho accept authority the kills themWork for the corporation making napalmWorkers watch the burning childrenOn T.V. as they eat their meat pieWith refusal in their minds eyeTo see their own lives in that cold deathTheir state of wealth upon that lost breathIn the official offices of deathplanLeaders of men work to betray manStocks and shares declare the next warThe torture starts behind the locked doorPropaganda tops the big deskCompose an overture to fine deathThe hideous grey men of our nightmaresDim the colour, foul the clean airTheir eyes forsake all that they dwell onDrag the lover from the loved onesPatriots progress is a backstepA cruel noose around a young neckThey teach our children in the classroomTo respect a madman on a rostrumTo praise the the dirty works of battleBring out the ribbon, balloon and rattleTo dig their own graves in the cold earthSo sad and pointless now to give birth

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