Lords of War

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 the [?]
 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 [?]
 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 [?]
 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 the [?]
 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 [?]
 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 [?]
 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 [?]
 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 [?]
 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 [?]
 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