Everyone matters to someone, not me.
Let's feed the poor, send beggars to war,
Incentivise killing, invade for the drilling,
High up on the mountain, their blood a crimson fountain,
Slaving away upon my command,
Uneducated minds don't understand,
So they're happy together, complain about the weather,
Don't see the massacre before their eyes,
Their graying silhouettes a lousy disguise,
And they pay for my authority, their lives a distant priority,
So I send them astray, to the nuclear bay,
To rot and stay, until the day,
When the explosion comes to take them away.