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Military Complex
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Why does every president feel obliged to bring a war or at least a military action with him?
punk political social roc
A solo punk band with songs ranging from politics to social issues to evolutionary biology.
Lacking any real musical talent, I decided to use Punk-o-Matic to create some generic punk backgrounds to the various songs I had written. Recorded at low quality through a computer microphone, the songs are not musical masterpieces but the lyrics are still strong. Give it a listen, you might enjoy it.
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Genre
Rock • Punk
Charts
Peak #328
Peak in subgenre #15
Uploaded
May 29, 2005
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
The factories churning out arms Apathetic producers in swarms As the command decrees from high Above the output, smirk and sly The banner waves angrily to fro Strutting its power to those below The planes cutting like knives through air A siren, stealth but there: be aware Of the Military Complex Gnawing at my head It makes our might stretch At the cost of the dead Our Military Complex Coming up next The mourner’s tears shed Everything bleeds red The soldiers in the deserts, caves Conscripted financially, slaves To a rigid byproduct of spending Income on lives expending “Support our troops” an empty phrase We celebrate killing on another phase This violence in all has been instilled Watch the green light missiles thrill, grow ill Of the Military Complex Gnawing at my head It makes our might stretch At the cost of the dead Our Military Complex Coming up next The mourner’s tears shed Everything bleeds red In the sultry ruins of wars past The broken homes, the deaths ever-last Vigils to no one, sacrifice for naught A void of once patriotic thoughts The fallout, a poison to shroud The fuse dieing out to a mushroom cloud So toxic, my sterile thoughts erode One sublime, they’re reaped, un-sewn, an ode: Of the Military Complex Gnawing at my head It makes our might stretch At the cost of the dead Our Military Complex Coming up next The mourner’s tears shed Everything bleeds red Every new leader brings an agenda Play on our cruelties, evoke a vendetta The smoky room few sign o’er our will Broadcast with warmth to numb our chill Finding solutions with a stone of Rosetta Not Democrat, Republican, but minute etcetera Screaming for nothing at the top of my lungs They find me like a flag, not human, hung Like all of our victims I unfurl, spent A meek, fleeting, meaningless transient In the Military Complex Gnawing at my head It makes our might stretch At the cost of the dead Our Military Complex Coming up next The mourner’s tears shed Everything bleeds red
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