Recorded and Mixed by Darren Nanos.
Mastered by Don Fury.
Artwork by Matt Haveron.
lyrics
Bullshit wars overseas. Take my pay, freedom’s not free. They don’t care who lives or dies, they line their pockets with your cries. Work so I can fund your fight, I’ve got no say I’ve got no rights. They don’t care who lives or dies, line their pockets with your cries. One more mess for no one to clean. They don’t listen because they’re just out for the green. Uncle Sam takes half my pay for those we’ll fight the next day. A constant war, a constant threat and it comes out of my paycheck. Cut the pay of those in charge, line them up, and send them to war. I’ll laugh as they get blown away. Those crooked fucks have got to pay. They profit off of blood and sweat, they should be hung by their own necks. I’ll laugh as they get blown away. Those crooked fucks have got to pay. I’ll laugh as they get blown away. Ha.
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