Stimulation slowing down  The corporations underground  Own the bloody world but they want more  The televsion picture man smiles and say "I have a plan come on everyone  Let's start a war!"    This idea is nothing new  It really just is something to amuse  I hope that you don't mind to die  Simply just to passify my views    Imagine all the people dead  All the missiles streaming overhead  People running screaming through the fire  All the soldiers lying down   Muddy faces to the ground  Bleeding from the twisted razor wire  School boys fighting through the trees  While the women run the factories  A machine gun is a fair trade for a dream  They taught us well to stand in line  They don't let no one fall behind  To fall into the turning war machine    This idea is nothing new  It really just is something to amuse  It's always been a rich man's game  It's no suprise, they'll ask the same of you  Well the rich exchange a pat on the back  While the high school kids are sent to attack  And they know damn well they'll never come back again    Well the rich exchange a pat on the back  While the high school kids are sent to attack  And they know damn well they'll never come back again  Mountains made of human skulls  The bodies buried in their holes  The product of a genocidal mind  Blackened sky with burning red  All the kids have guns held to their heads  The prisoners of war are left behind    This idea is nothing new  It's really just been something to amuse  I hope that you don't mind to die  Or simply just to lose an eye or two  Well the rich exchange a pat on the back  While the high school kids are sent to attack  And they know damn well they'll never come back again  And if you do well don't be surprised  When you find out they've been telling you lies  And the freedom that you fought for  Cost you your mind or more, they don't care  The blood revelations turn  The dying watch their cities burn  The government can murder who they choose  The democrats are acting sad  Republicans are truly glad  To set their mercenaries on the loose  This idea is nothing new  It's really just been something to amuse  There's really nothing you can do  To keep them digging all their gold from you    Well the rich exchange a pat on the back  While the high school kids are sent to attack  And they know damn well they'll never come back again  And if you do well don't be surprised  When you find out they've been telling you lies  And the freedom that you fought for  Cost you your mind  You never get back the life that they robbed  While you're out on the streets, they are high on the hog  You're a psycho veteran you can't get a job no more    Now the paper sack that carried your wine  Is a makeshift homeless veteran sign  You're a freakshow on display and you're out of your mind    Stimulation slowing down  The corporations underground  Own the bloody world but they want more  The televsion picture man smiles and say "I have a plan come on everyone  Let's start a war!"    It was entirely too silly, and so I shall stop it  I only hope that we can put this all behind us now, and just get on with  The rest of the album  . . . in fact, maybe it's just bestif you never play that song anyway . .