"Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes

Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal, I

Walk the corner to the rubble

That used to be a library, line up to the mind cemetery now

What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin'

They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em

While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells

Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells"