Industry on the mercenary bloodpath  Military loves the gory warbath  Economics shape the battle landscape  All join together for the grand rape  Moral intentions make a scapegoat  Excuse the rotting corpse inside the trenchcoat  Praise the rotting minds above the club tie  That sits in towers up in the blue sky  Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth  Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death  Arms make profit from the crushed head  Build the towers up on the ditch dead  Betrayal forms the formal skyline  Tinted windows catch the sunshine  Such ice cold beauty makes the heart sink  Five thousand miles away the dead stink  And here the graveyard to insult them  The city shines with laughing tombstones  The profiteers, the warcry butchers  Stir up the lust for legal slaughter  The living dead who look up to them  Who accept authority the kills them  Work for the corporation making napalm  Workers watch the burning children  On T.V. as they eat their meat pie  With refusal in their minds eye  To see their own lives in that cold death  Their state of wealth upon that lost breath  In the official offices of deathplan  Leaders of men work to betray man  Stocks and shares declare the next war  The torture starts behind the locked door  Propaganda tops the big desk  Compose an overture to fine death  The hideous grey men of our nightmares  Dim the colour, foul the clean air  Their eyes forsake all that they dwell on  Drag the lover from the loved ones  Patriots progress is a backstep  A cruel noose around a young neck  They teach our children in the classroom  To respect a madman on a rostrum  To praise the the dirty works of battle  Bring out the ribbon, balloon and rattle  To dig their own graves in the cold earth  So sad and pointless now to give birth