More wars on foreign shores More names for us to mourn To misguide the misinformed To ignore the sick and poor Thus we praise the lords of war On our knees and beg for more A fresh poison for the weak filthy little beasts bred to conform It's the dwarf souls of greedy men Feculent, arrogant That shackles our young to the cold concrete And empty their guns into bodies You scream "I'm not guilty" You scream "I'm not guilty" But cowards here are only what they fear Shout until crash down I'd rather be in battle than at peace I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle The weak can slave our swear I'd rather be in battle than at peace I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle The weak can slave our swear You were born to be led That's what religion says With a bifurcated tongue America eats its young Bullet-toothed, empty gods Paralyze the minds and contest the thoughts With devils everywhere Bombs bursting in the air Drones flown over thrones Of bone and brimstone Sabres rattle in the homes Of the cowards and the crones As they shackle our young Blood stains the streets Pigs empty their guns into bodies They scream "I'm not guilty" They scream "I'm not guilty" But cowards here are only what they fear Shout until crash down I'd rather be in battle than at peace I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle The weak can slave our swear I'd rather be in battle than at peace I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle The weak can slave our swear Bow down to the lords of war On your knees for the lords of war Bow down to the lords of war On your knees for the lords of war Rise in defiance We won't remain silent Drive out the tyrants And police violence Rise in defiance We won't remain silent Drive out the tyrants And police violence We're not guilty The weak must slave our swear I'd rather be in battle than at peace I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle The weak can slave our swear I'd rather be in battle than at peace I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle The weak can slave our swear Lords of war On your knees for the lords of war Bow down to the lords of war What is so terrible about a child screaming? Why should it disturb us? Just because we happen to be there to hear it? What about the child who comes from an inadequate home, where he gets no encouragement from his parents, where he doesn't have enough to wear, he doesn't have enough to eat, he comes to school hungry... This beautiful, breathtaking
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