Previous wars made billionaires out of millionaires, Today's wars make trilionaires out of billionaires Tomorrow's wars will fuel generations of hate, generations of hate
I'm losing my grip on reality I cannot simply agree that we are civilized Acting like this earth is infinite, it's a chessboard of lies That will generate, stalemate. It will generate stalemate.
Yes I've, gone to the hills again Yes I've, gone away
Money is made when bombs are dropping in Afghanistan And when white phosphorous falls in Palestine. Hauling weapons out of reprobates. Harming anyone who wants a taste, of disgrace. Who wants a taste, of disgrace.
Yes I've, gone to the hills again. Yes I've, gone away. [x2]
And I'll live out this fantasy I'll live this fantasy