Let’s cut a blood soaked bargain,
And sell the bovine mass a war,
Never mind they’ll do the fighting,
We’ll make those patriots our whore.
Hate will fuel our terrible cause,
The truth we’ll put on tragic pause,
Heck we’ll bend and rape it,
Reality is cheap,
and Son you are enlisted,
Our orders you will keep.
March from house to house then,
Shoot them if they flee
Remember nine eleven,
Mad justice you will seek.
Burn the village, burn the town,
Dethrone the evil bastard clown!
And if you’re hurt perhaps you’ll bleed,
But that’s our motto and our creed,
All for profit and capitalist greed.
Couched in forced Democracy
The Great Marching Plutocracy!
Just ask our crooked bankers,
And our highbrow lawyers too,
Humanity is fodder, just fodder we can screw.
Don’t ask for help when you get home
Tough it out, you’re free to roam.
Never mind your nightmares,
Who cares if you can’t sleep.
It was not about your choices,
Numb that conscience, kill that creep!
The violence has won now
Mercy never stood a chance
It was all about the oil
And about the corporate dance.
You’ll get the bill for sure Son,
It’s never us that pay!
This is the devil’s bargain
And this hate is here to stay!
“Death has a tendency to encourage a depressing view of war.” — Donald Rumsfeld
“There are a lot of people who lie and get away with it, and that’s just a fact.” — Donald Rumsfeld
Get off the cell phone and Drive! — Jake Shween