M A D - Die Young
The webs they weave will be designs of our demise
Reckless in this nuclear age
With better judgment paralyzed
They've sent our noble sons
Into a holy war we can't undo
Now there's no escape and a fiery hell to pay
Yet politicians proclaim visions
Of lasting love and peace
As corporations feast like vultures on those in poverty
We bleed for gods
And profits deadly righteous causes
Watch as history recycles itself
And prepare to face a living hell
Nothing is sacred no one is safe
When faith or freedom are at stake
Mass destruction is mutually assured
They the Bush administration
The ruling elite
The motherf**kers
