Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble, that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetery now!
What we don’t know keeps tha contracts alive and movin’
They don’t gotta burn tha books, they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pocket full of shells
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