Art Imitates War
Children eating dirt, covered in trending filth
But happy 'coz they don't know better
Blame their parents for having absolutely nothing
Except breakthrough debt and an oxy addiction
Don't report the death rate to make you feel safe
Omit the numbers that are growing every day
And smack your house all the way back to London
It's happy outside, so come out and play
Will you take your guns to church for me?
Then maybe dance the cooch
Can I call you baby if you call me daddy?
Then let's kiss God and dream we're rich
Empty those missile silos full of love
Feed our thirsty veins
That dull familiar feeling of total catastrophe
This is our manifesto of Caine
Art imitates war imitates art imitates war
Art imitates war imitates art imitates war
I know it's cool to like shock and awe
But someone's doing the rounds
He's firing up the crowds, firing squad for his opponents
Looks like there's another new Fuhrer in town
Now decent Christian minions are doing his bidding
Out of blind obedience to the throne
Mass delusion with four years free interest
Idiot religious dogma via the phone
Art imitates war imitates art imitates war
Art imitates war imitates art imitates war
Art imitates war imitates art imitates war
Are you still listening? Do you still give a fuck?
Art imitates war imitates art imitates war
Are you still listening? Do you still give a fuck?
In order to cope I have become
Someone completely different
I fucking hate that person