There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner
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With long division and writing crop
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Anybody can feel like a winner
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When it's served up piping hot
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But the people aren't looking for a handout
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They're America's working corps
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Can this be what they voted for?
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Let them eat war [x2]
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That's how to ration the poor
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Let them eat war [x2]
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There's an urgent need to feed
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Declining pride
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From the force to the union shops
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The war economy is making new jobs
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But the people who benefit most
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Are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts
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Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor
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All they ever gave to them was a war
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And a foreign enemy to deplore
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Let them eat war [x2]
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That's how to ration the poor
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Let them eat war [x2]
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There's an urgent need to feed
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Declining pride
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We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em
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Before they reach for their checks
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Squeeze some blue collars
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Let them bleed from their necks
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Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat
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Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it
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At a job site the boss is god like
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Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight
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Seasoned vets with their feet in nets
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A stones throw away from a rock fight
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But not tonight, feed ‘em death
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Here comes another ration (feed them death)
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Cause they're the finest in the nation (feed them death)
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When there's nothing left to feed them
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When it's freedom or it's death
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Let them eat war [x2]
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That's how to ration the poor
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Let them eat war [x2]
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There's an urgent need to feed
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Let Them Eat War
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Bad Religion |