Rich Man's War, Poor Man's Blood
In the towers of greed, they plot and scheme
Pulling strings of destruction, fueling their dream
But down here on the ground, where the bullets fly
It's the young and the poor who fight and die
They're pulling the strings, making their play
But we won't stand by, we won't obey
We're waking up now, we're calling their bluff
No more silence, we've had enough
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the killing fields, they spill the flood
Screams of the fallen, lost in the mud
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
They sell us lies, wrapped in a flag
But we're dying for nothing, just a body bag
From the ashes and smoke, to the silent night
We're just cannon fodder in their brutal fight
They're pulling the strings, making their play
But we won't stand by, we won't obey
We're waking up now, we're calling their bluff
No more silence, we've had enough
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the killing fields, they spill the flood
Screams of the fallen, lost in the mud
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the killing fields, they spill the flood
Screams of the fallen, lost in the mud
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the aftermath, when the smoke clears
They count their profits, ignore our tears
But the families broken, pay the ultimate cost
While the rich keep winning, the poor are lost
WE'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!
From the ghettos and slums, to the heartland's fields
We're the ones who suffer, we're the ones who kneel
But the lines they draw, keep us enslaved
While they feast on power, we dig our graves
They're pulling the strings, making their play
But we won't stand by, we won't obey
We're waking up now, we're calling their bluff
No more silence, we've had enough
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the killing fields, they spill the flood
Screams of the fallen, lost in the mud
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
So rise up, fight back, don't let them win
Their greed and corruption, is the ultimate sin
Till the rich man's war, no longer draws
The poor man's blood, in their twisted cause
Rich man's war, poor man's blood!!!
Rich man's war, poor man's blood!!!
Poor man's blood!!!
Rich man's war, poor man's blood!!!
Rich man's war, poor man's blood!!!
Pulling strings of destruction, fueling their dream
But down here on the ground, where the bullets fly
It's the young and the poor who fight and die
They're pulling the strings, making their play
But we won't stand by, we won't obey
We're waking up now, we're calling their bluff
No more silence, we've had enough
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the killing fields, they spill the flood
Screams of the fallen, lost in the mud
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
They sell us lies, wrapped in a flag
But we're dying for nothing, just a body bag
From the ashes and smoke, to the silent night
We're just cannon fodder in their brutal fight
They're pulling the strings, making their play
But we won't stand by, we won't obey
We're waking up now, we're calling their bluff
No more silence, we've had enough
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the killing fields, they spill the flood
Screams of the fallen, lost in the mud
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the killing fields, they spill the flood
Screams of the fallen, lost in the mud
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the aftermath, when the smoke clears
They count their profits, ignore our tears
But the families broken, pay the ultimate cost
While the rich keep winning, the poor are lost
WE'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!
From the ghettos and slums, to the heartland's fields
We're the ones who suffer, we're the ones who kneel
But the lines they draw, keep us enslaved
While they feast on power, we dig our graves
They're pulling the strings, making their play
But we won't stand by, we won't obey
We're waking up now, we're calling their bluff
No more silence, we've had enough
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
In the killing fields, they spill the flood
Screams of the fallen, lost in the mud
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
So rise up, fight back, don't let them win
Their greed and corruption, is the ultimate sin
Till the rich man's war, no longer draws
The poor man's blood, in their twisted cause
Rich man's war, poor man's blood!!!
Rich man's war, poor man's blood!!!
Poor man's blood!!!
Rich man's war, poor man's blood!!!
Rich man's war, poor man's blood!!!
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Writer(s): Cédric Sierras
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