How it just hides there in the tall grass
Like a fat-assed general
Working our sympathy for the troops
To make more war on the sun
When it’s the money behind it
We could fight
With the squandered wealth
Of our courage
If we wanted to enough
That general who counts on
The heroism of youth
To reach the velocity of bombs
Stupid things done
Faster and faster
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