Kids with nothing
Killed in combat
While pigs with everything
Keep getting fat
Tie the nobility to the pulpit
And give them a taste of the bullets they funded
You can't afford to go to school
Unless you put on a uniform
If we can't ship you overseas
Then we'll bring the war here
And burn your streets
Burn your streets
Creating the game was a genius move
Everybody's gotta play
And everybody will lose
How much of your wealth came from dealing in arms
Is there blood on the stocks
Unknowingly trading in bombs
The price of bullets is on the rise
But that's not a problem when you're selling it to both sides
If you wanna cleanse the poor
Buy yourself a prefab war
If you wanna cleanse the poor
Buy yourself a prefab war
Once smuggling dangerous ideas
Across state lines
But now they're happy canon fodder
Marching off to die
Turning our lead
Into their gold
Protected by the all seeing AI of God
Making their shares
Go sky high
Safe and warm
In the bosom of the great lie
Turn off your mind
And your voice
It's easy to be happy when you have no
It's easy to be happy when you have no choice
Easy to be happy
Easy to be
Why why
Why why why do the
Why do the destitute worship the rich
When they're just slave traders of the new republic
Burn your streets
Burn your streets
Burn your streets
If you wanna cleanse the poor
If you wanna cleanse the poor
Buy yourself a prefab war
Buy yourself a prefab war
If you wanna cleanse the poor
If you wanna cleanse the poor
Buy yourself a prefab war
Buy yourself a prefab war
Easy to be happy when you have no choice
It's easy to be happy
Easy to be happy
Burn burn
Nothing
B-b-burn
Burn your streets
Kids with nothing
B-b-burn your streets