They won't play the song on the radio
The war is being played out
On our televisions
One stare, the drug of the nation
The cultural enriching now begins

Like a nation, like a nation

Your remaining people have no
Trenches left from which to fight
The rich; the nation hold their guns
Will rich buy back the mayhem?
While they're moving you're an owl
There's a devil flying overhead
What a fucking pile of shit

Devastation, devastation