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