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There's a prophet on a mountain |
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And he's making up dinner |
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With long division and writing crop |
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Anybody can feel like a winner |
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When it's served up piping hot |
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But the people aren't looking for a handout |
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They're America's working corps |
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Can this be what they voted for? |
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Let them eat war, let them eat war |
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That's how to ration the poor |
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Let them eat war, let them eat war |
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There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride |
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From the force to the union shops |
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The war economy is making new jobs |
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But the people who benefit most |
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Are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts |
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Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor |
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All they ever gave to them was a war |
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And a foreign enemy to deplore |
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Let them eat war, let them eat war |
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That's how to ration the poor |
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Let them eat war, let them eat war |
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There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride |
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We've got to kill them and eat them |
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Before they reach for their checks |
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Squeeze some blue collars let them bleed from their necks |
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Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat |
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'Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it |
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At a job site the boss is God like |
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Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight |
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Seasoned vets with their feet in nets |
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A stones throw away from a rock fight |
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But not tonight, feed them death |
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Here comes another ration |
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(Feed them death) |
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'Cause they're the finest in the nation |
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(Feed them death) |
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When there's nothing left to feed them |
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When it's freedom or it's death |
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Let them eat war, let them eat war |
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That's how to ration the poor |
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Let them eat war, let them eat war |
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There's an urgent need to feed |
