In The Red

Death
No
War
No
There’s a problem in the works
This thing’s being run by jerks
Who’ll drain your blood into the soil
To keep from running out of oil
Who’ll gut you out from head to toe
Just to keep a steady cash flow
Who’ll sever the limbs of a thousand men
To get the economy going again
When you’re captain of the game
Red and green must look the same
See the woman, feel her pain
Her son is part of the new food chain

Sins of fools, wages of war
Sins of fools, wages of war
You’re the one who’s paying for
Sins of fools, wages of war
You’re the one who’s dying for
Sins of fools, wages of war
You’re a statistic just one more
Sins of fools, wages of war

There’s a song inside of me
But it dosn’t sound like reveille
Try to confuse me but I see
Who’s the real enemy
I won’t lose for their gain
Won’t be a victim of their pain
If they start this crazy crime
It might be the very last time
The oceans are boiling, the mountains are flat
Try to make you oil fix that
See the woman, she feels no pain
She’s waiting for the acid rain