Send in the young and the poor to fight against the shadow hordes Let our officers be the sons of the lords, veterans of foreign wars Slogans wipe the memory of the last catastrophe
They keep saying it's the way things are. All they want is just a little bit more. We went walking but we didn't get far. We got caught in the revolving door.
Settle, settle your debts give your money to the mission- All cash given to sustain armaments will be paid in supervision Words are coming through the arch Signalling the suckers march.
I was watching when the cast took a bow When the news broke about the war Then they turned all their show Tunes to the anthems and they sealed off the exit doors Beat your plough Shares into swords Watch the bombs drop watch the rewards: where do they go? If not the houses of the ones who staged the show?