There's a factory across the field, it's dark, cold and grey  A thousand people cross the gates, to work there every day  They're making the components that they hope will win the war  It's a Radway Green death factory, come in and make some more  My money is spent on living, their money is spent on death  My death is their living, their living is my death  You're all a bunch of liars, I just don't know who to believe  You say you won't use it, tell me why you fucking make it  Now, I've made mind up and decided you are wrong  Got to find a way of fighting you, without being atom bombed    these lyrics are submitted by burkul