The more we kill, the more we eat;
The kids explode; the mothers bleat;
A toxic wasteland blows apart;
The heavens bleed; the frying starts
Foot and Mouth and Bomb and Hand;
Burgers, Rifles, Promised Land,
Swallow the poison, kill the swine;
Block the circuit; pretend it's fine.
It's payback baby, even score;
It's in God's name, it's just one more.
The more we kill; the more we waste
Perfect precision, damn good taste. |
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