Buzz cut
  Rope tie
BANG!BANG!
Someone's gotta die
Pray to cash
  Bleed for oil
It's the smell of death
  That the blind dogma
    Loves best
Grind the gears
  Toss your bones
Keep the Kings safely
  Up on their Thrones
**** **** ****
  To feed the HATE
We can't let the illusion
  And FEAR dissipate
BOMBS BULLETS bodies
  we need
MORE MORE MORE
WAR is Big
  BUSINESS for
All them political
   ******
BOMBS BULLETS bodies
  So easily replaced
Are all the things we waste
Buzz cut
  Rope tie
BANG! BANG!
  Only DEATH makes
     it OUT(T)A LI(V)E