The fever for war Or reprisal for offenses Real and imagined The fever's chorus A herded bloodlust A being both wolf and sheep It's thirst directed The prey pre-selected By the great coddling father Stoking fires in the cowards intellect The celebration of ordnance exploding Another's home in some other world Another war to revel in the blessing of our k**ing capacity To find purpose in the leveled homes Of some other working cla** families Our destiny is manifest once again For god and for country we bow our heads The working cla** children, the glorious dead For building empires they all lay dead
To consolidate power, the glorious dead As with every other Another war fought by the sons and daughters Of the working cla** For the betterment of our rulers One more battle in this perpetual war To bring this long promised peace That every day looks more like the coming of The long denied American empire As with every other The captured lands never go quietly And you must know what to expect Now more body bags, crying wives Now more corpses rising on all sides That great destroyer of lives In the fog of war every life is cheap All morals seize and justice sleeps And more will die after these