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Kids with nothing, killed in combat
While pigs with everything keep getting fat
Tie the wealthy to the pulpit
And give them a taste of the bullets they funded
You can't afford to go to school
Unless you put on a uniform
If we can't ship you overseas
We'll bring the war here and burn your streets
If you wanna cleanse the poor
Buy yourself a prefab war
Creating the game was a genius move
Everybody's got to play and everybody will lose
How much of your wealth came from dealing arms?
Is there blood is on the stocks, unknowingly trading in bombs
The price of bullets is on the rise
But that's not a problem when you sell to both sides
Why do the destitute worship the rich?
When they're just slave traders of the new republic
If you wanna cleanse the poor
Buy yourself a prefab war
If you wanna cleanse the poor
Buy yourself a prefab war
Once smuggling dangerous ideas across state lines
But now they're happy cannon fodder marching off to die
Turning our lead into their gold
Protected by the all seeing A.I. of God
Making their shares go sky high
Safe and warm in the bosom of the great lie
Turn off your mind and your voice
It's easy to be happy when you have no choice
If you wanna cleanse the poor
Buy yourself a prefab war
If you wanna cleanse the poor
Buy yourself a prefab war
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