Warhawk

It's a cut throat business telling everybody we're just fine.
You fly so right while your left hand lies.
Apply the grind and invade the mind;
Convince the 'burbs that they're all gonna die.

How could we ever know the truth
Given what we've seen on the television?
We can't, we won't.
We're blind, their fault.

Wait! Wait!
You know we don't have a reason to go there.
Wait! Wait!
Drop bombs incite hate, hate.

Wait! Wait!
You know we don't have a reason to go there.
Wait! Wait!
Deal death with a few handshakes.

The fight doesn't end when the interest stands.
It falls into chaos.
We're blinded by borders and blood-red sands.
It's follow the leader.

Fight, fight, looking down a long sight.
Foreign interest is a killer for the poor's plight.
Get a puppet ready, give him lines.
Justification fucking falsified.

Break bread, break bones.
Break hospitals, break their homes.
We can't, we won't.
We're blind, their fault.

Wait! Wait!
You know we don't have a reason to go there.
Wait! Wait!
Incite the fight; fuck the mind.

Wait! Wait!
Covet coin, get a reason to go there.
Wait! Wait!

Fake it and make it a mine for the dime.

War hawk!
War hawk!
War hawk!

When you trade real life for the x-ray eyes, you're a war hawk.
Everybody dies, but your pockets are lined.

The fight doesn't end when the interest stands.
It falls into chaos.
We're blinded by borders and blood-red sands.
It's follow the leader.

The fight doesn't end when the interest stands.
It falls into chaos.
We're blinded by borders and blood-red sands.
It's follow the leader.

Close the deal!



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