Previous wars make billionaires out of millionaires, Todays wars make trilionaires out of billionaires Tomorrows wars will fuel generations of hate, generations of hate I'm losing my grip on reality I can not simply agree that we are civilized Acting like this earth is infinite, it's a chessboard of lies That will generate, stalemate. It will generate stalemate
So yes I've, gone to the hills again So yes I've, gone away
Money is made when bombs are dropping in Afghanistan And when phosphorous falls in Palestine. Hauling weapons out of reprobates. Harming anyone who wants a taste, of disgrace. Who wants a taste, of disgrace.
So yes I've, gone to the hills again. So yes I've, gone away. So yes I've, gone away.