Military Industrial
Complex
Every weapon
Is a dream forsaken
A piece of bread
Taken
From the mouth of the poor
Such is the horror
Of war
The factories work day and
night
Weapons, uniforms, food, for
those who fight
They are generously paid
For the goods that are made
See wicked men gray and old
Coveting coffers full of gold
Hear the tale they tell
Making Eden hell
All is not well
Nor shall things be
Until we are free
Of organized hate
We have no time to wait
The ship is sinking in the
stormy sea
We must be free
In the depths of my heart
there is a hole
I feel it vex
My soul
The Military Industrial
Complex
Satan’s soldiers with suit
and tie
Manipulating the nation with
lie after lie
Hear the perishing baby
Give its final cry
Why?
For profits
For profit they die
