There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner With long division and writing crop Anybody can feel like a winner When it's served up piping hot
But the people aren't looking for a handout They're America's working corps Can this be what they voted for?
Let them eat war [x2] That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war [x2]
There's an urgent need to feed Declining pride
From the force to the union shops The war economy is making new jobs But the people who benefit most Are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts
Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor All they ever gave to them was a war And a foreign enemy to deplore
Let them eat war [x2] That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war [x2]
There's an urgent need to feed Declining pride
We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em Before they reach for their checks Squeeze some blue collars Let them bleed from their necks Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it At a job site the boss is god like Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight Seasoned vets with their feet in nets A stones throw away from a rock fight But not tonight, feed ‘em death
Here comes another ration (feed them death) Cause they're the finest in the nation (feed them death) When there's nothing left to feed them When it's freedom or it's death
Let them eat war [x2] That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war [x2]
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